Why So Weak

The heavens and earth were showered in golden rain of light.

The void was filled with an overwhelming tide of Gold-Devouring Ants, each exuding an indomitable aura, as if even immortal-grade metal could be gnawed through.

Faced with this terrifying sight, Gu Qingfeng merely laughed—a laugh that mocked the immortal for growing weary of life.

Suddenly, he took a single step forward. His foot landed lightly, yet it was as if a deity had shifted its stance. Boundless demonic radiance erupted from his body, surging like a volcanic eruption or a tidal wave.

Boom!

The demonic light exploded outward like wind and thunder.

Wherever it passed, countless Gold-Devouring Ants burst apart like fireworks.

The sheer force was unstoppable!

The void itself shattered like glass.

The ants, famed for their ability to devour immortal-grade metal, were as fragile as paper before Gu Qingfeng. No matter their numbers or their hardened bodies, they stood no chance against the torrent of his trillion years of cultivated power.

The woman, witnessing the massacre of her "precious pets," flared with rage, her eyes wide and brows furrowed as if she had suffered an unbearable insult. "You damned mortal! How dare you destroy my Gold-Devouring Ants?! I’ll tear you to pieces!"

The world was always full of such people—those who couldn’t tolerate the slightest grievance, as if the entire universe owed them something.

While the woman seethed, the black-robed Elder Yan beside her exclaimed in alarm, "Be careful, Your Highness! There’s something unusual about this boy."

He could clearly sense Gu Qingfeng’s extraordinary nature. Against such a swarm of Gold-Devouring Ants, any being below the level of a Loose Immortal would be helpless—yet this lower-realm native had effortlessly annihilated them. He was no ordinary opponent.

Still, Elder Yan’s surprise only went so far. As a True Immortal, his arrogance made him look down on mortals with utter disdain.

After all, immortals stood above the nine heavens, as eternal as the cosmos, watching the mortal world’s rise and fall, the shifting of dynasties. In their eyes, mortals were an entirely inferior species.

In the immortals’ unshakable belief, no mortal could ever defy the heavens and slay an immortal. Even if a rare genius emerged, capable of rivaling a newly ascended Loose Immortal, an immortal’s undying nature ensured victory in the end. Mortal techniques could never truly erase an immortal’s existence.

"Something unusual?" The woman scoffed. "Even if this brat were the reincarnation of a True Immortal, he’d still have to die for daring to harm my pets!"

Swoosh!

She swung her jade flute, summoning countless phantom flutes that filled the sky, their surging power threatening to pierce through the heavens themselves.

Faced with this overwhelming assault, Gu Qingfeng sighed and shook his head. "Weak. Pathetically weak. Too weak to even stir my interest."

Boom—!

He threw a single punch.

The heavens and earth trembled.

The void around him shattered.

Ten thousand Daos roared within his body, his trillion years of power erupting like a volcano. Countless demonic phantoms manifested, howling in unison.

A boundless tide of demonic light surged forth like an apocalyptic tsunami, its destructive force capable of reshaping the world itself!

The woman’s face paled instantly. The sheer terror contained within that punch shocked her—yet she had no idea Gu Qingfeng had only used a thousandth of his strength.

"IMPOSSIBLE!!!"

Her eyes bulged with fury and fear as she mustered every ounce of her power, even summoning multiple immortal treasures to defend herself. But it was futile.

Against absolute, overwhelming force, all flashy techniques were meaningless. Only power was real. Only power was eternal!

"Your Highness, be careful!" Elder Yan’s expression twisted in panic as he rushed to intervene—but it was too late.

He could only watch helplessly as the woman was engulfed by the demonic tide, her delicate body obliterated into a mist of blood and gore.

"YOU DARE?!" Elder Yan roared, his killing intent erupting like a storm.

Yet in the next moment, the scattered blood mist rapidly coalesced, as if time itself had reversed. The woman’s body reformed in midair, though her face was deathly pale, her chest heaving with ragged breaths.

Her eyes burned with hatred—and a deeply buried terror.

Born into privilege, she had never known hardship or defeat. Yet today, she had been reduced to bloody mist with a single punch. How could she not fear? How could she not hate?

That strike had been so devastating it nearly erased her immortal essence. Normally, she could resurrect many times over—but the damage inflicted was so severe that it had consumed an alarming amount of her vitality.

One more punch like that, and she would truly perish, her consciousness erased forever.

"Elder Yan! Kill him! Now!" She had learned her lesson, retreating swiftly behind the black-robed elder.

Elder Yan didn’t hesitate. As her guardian, he had already failed by allowing her to be obliterated once. If word got back, the consequences would be dire.

"Daring to harm a princess of the Feather Transformation Immortal Dynasty—today, you die without question!"

Feather Transformation Immortal Dynasty?

Gu Qingfeng frowned slightly. That wasn’t one of the nearby powers.

From the Heart Demon’s memories, he knew the names of the major immortal dynasties and sects bordering the Demon Realm—none matched this one.

But then again, the strongest among those neighboring forces were only on par with the Heart Demon, at the Loose Immortal level. None had True Immortals.

For this so-called princess to travel with a True Immortal bodyguard… her background must be extraordinary.

Rumble—!

An overwhelming surge of immortal power erupted from Elder Yan’s body, his form radiating an eternal, sun-like brilliance that seemed capable of suppressing the cosmos itself!

"DIE!"

His claw-like hand shot forth, crossing the void with unstoppable force.

A True Immortal’s strike—enough to make heaven and earth tremble!

Yet Gu Qingfeng moved faster.

With a single outstretched hand—

Thud!

He seized Elder Yan’s wrist mid-strike. The moment contact was made, the elder’s momentum vanished, his surging power snuffed out like a candle.

Elder Yan’s face twisted in shock. His True Immortal body—controlled by a mere mortal?!

Gu Qingfeng’s voice, laced with disappointment, rang in his ears.

"Is this all a True Immortal has to offer? How weak."

"What?!" Elder Yan’s eyes bulged as he struggled violently.

But in the next instant, Gu Qingfeng’s expression twisted into something monstrous. His starry eyes blazed with sinister demonic light, terrifying to behold.

"WHY ARE YOU SO WEAK?!"

Rip!

With a brutal yank, Gu Qingfeng tore apart the so-called True Immortal body—

Elder Yan’s arm was ripped clean off, flesh and blood spraying.

"Why do insignificant ants like you dare challenge the majesty of this Emperor?!

WHO GAVE YOU THE COURAGE?! WAS IT TAYLOR SWIFT?!"

Boom!

Gu Qingfeng’s foot lashed out, striking Elder Yan’s chest—

A billion streaks of demonic light erupted.

"ARGH—!"

The elder’s body exploded into a bloody mist!

Yet moments later, his True Immortal body reformed in the void—though now missing an arm, still clutched in Gu Qingfeng’s grip.

Just as he willed the severed limb to self-destruct—

A sight that chilled his immortal soul unfolded.

"Devour Heaven and Earth!"

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