Faced with this terrifying force that seemed like it could move mountains and overturn the seas, Lin Beichen’s expression suddenly became extremely serious.
Under the aura of the two, the mortals around them seemed as insignificant as ants.
"Courting death!"
Lin Beichen shouted coldly, and the green light in his hand surged three times greater, instantly obliterating everything on the altar.
Lin Beichen flew into the sky, the sword light in his hand transforming into a ten-meter-long blade, which he swung forcefully.
The top members of the Zhang Family around Zhang Songqiao were instantly torn apart, dying miserably on the spot.
These high-ranking members had gathered today, both to curry favor with Zhang Songqiao and to gain benefits from the Bai Family.
After Bai Yunfei was dealt with, the Bai Family’s territory was left vacant.
A banquet of blood and flesh had not yet divided the benefits, and those who attended ended up dead or wounded in large numbers.
However, the others had no time to feel sorrow over those fallen.
Faced with this matchless terrifying power, the only thought left in their minds was to flee for their lives, not sparing the slightest extra thought.
The cyan sword light descended from the sky, instantly colliding with Song Hualong’s white mist.
As the two energies violently clashed, the white waves were instantly split open, and a figure swiftly flashed out from the tsunami, landing in front of Song Hualong.
"What kind of technique is this?"
Song Hualong’s expression changed.
This Tsunami Technique was developed from observing the changes in Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and practicing it diligently.
Against this move, even a Death Realm expert could not withstand three strikes, but Lin Beichen had easily destroyed its momentum with one swing.
This proved that Lin Beichen’s understanding of Spiritual Qi far exceeded his own.
Facing this energy, he had no power to resist.
"You are not worthy of knowing my divine techniques."
Lin Beichen said coldly.
"Good boy, come again if you dare."
Song Hualong, laughing in extreme anger, clapped his hands forward. As if absorbing Heaven and Earth, countless white mists returned to his body, transforming into boundless energy that spread out.
"This move is called Devouring Heaven and Earth. Let’s see if you can still block it!"
Song Hualong sneered, and the mist in his hands instantly surged towards Lin Beichen.
The endless rain turned into a fiery blaze, engulfing Lin Beichen in an instant.
This reversal of water and fire had already mastered the essence of Spiritual Qi transformation.
Relying on this move alone, he had surpassed Qin Wenwu’s understanding of Spiritual Qi.
Even if Qin Wenwu were alive, facing Song Hualong, he might not have much chance of winning.
However, Song Hualong was not facing Qin Wenwu but Lin Beichen.
And Lin Beichen’s control of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi far surpassed Song Hualong.
The changes of the Five Elements Spiritual Qi in Lin Beichen’s hands were as effortless as breathing.
As the boundless flames entered Lin Beichen’s body, they were simultaneously reverted back to rainwater.
Lin Beichen gently pointed forward, and the rainwater gathered, transforming into a massive Water Dragon over a hundred meters long.
Lin Beichen grasped the tail of the Water Dragon, swinging it lightly, as if sweeping away the dust, and with a mysterious technique, it instantly struck Song Hualong’s body.
This move was simply beyond human imagination.
Even though Song Hualong had anticipated countless changes, he couldn’t react to Lin Beichen’s Water Dragon.
In his view, his Boundless Water and Fire could only be dodged or broken by force.
However, Lin Beichen had reversed the flames back to water and, in this critical moment, regained control of innumerable water elements.
Song Hualong felt a heavy pressure crushing him, his body retreated, smashing numerous long tables and creating a pit over five meters deep.
At this moment, anyone outside the Zhang Family villa would be extremely shocked, for the entire Zhang Family villa had become ruins, with numerous casualties.
Lin Beichen stood in mid-air, the water light condensing beneath his feet, as though stepping on the void, with not a speck of dust on him.
A few meters below him, amidst jagged rubble and rolling flesh, countless dying figures groaned in agony.
Today was supposed to be a day of great joy for the Zhang Family, with everyone waiting to share the profits or seize the territory, but instead, they experienced a nightmare beyond their imagination.
Within the crowd, there was barely a living soul.
However, as a faint breeze passed, one person unexpectedly stood up.
Zhang Songqiao.
Perhaps it was due to Song Hualong’s deliberate protection, or perhaps the protection of the Dragon Qi on Zhang Songqiao.
While everyone else in the Zhang Family perished, Zhang Songqiao did not die.
Zhang Songqiao stood in the ruins, half his body a bloody mess, the other half covered in blood yet temporarily intact.
He gazed at Lin Beichen dazedly, all light nearly gone from his eyes, leaving only despair.
"Boy, your cultivation is impressive. Unfortunately, with so many prying eyes here, we should move somewhere else to avoid unnecessary slaughter."
Song Hualong said coldly, enveloping himself in a mist, flying into the sky.
At the same time, on the surface of the river outside Phoenix Lake, gales howled, and two figures landed on the water.
As Song Hualong landed on the lake, the surrounding water vapor boiled like a cauldron, mist enveloping his body, forming a phantom armor.
Lin Beichen stood on the water, walking towards Song Hualong step by step.
He had killed the people of the Zhang Family.
When the Zhang Family acted against Zhou Qilan, the lives of the whole family had already been on King Yama’s death register.
Including Zhang Songqiao, they would all die today.
Though Lin Beichen didn’t kill Zhang Songqiao personally, the life of an ant wasn’t worth his effort.
The Zhang Family was already history, and after today, someone else would naturally finish them off.
He had always said that business rivalries should be resolved with business methods and logic.
But Zhang Songqiao, oblivious to this, used a mortal’s perspective to judge cultivators.
All of this was Zhang Songqiao’s own doing.
"Who would have thought that such a genius like you really exists in this world? A few years of cultivation equates to others’ efforts of hundreds or even thousands of years."
Song Hualong stood on the boiling river, his phantom armor gleaming like a deity.
He looked at Lin Beichen with a complex expression.
"Back when I had mastered my divine techniques, I believed I was invincible, only to meet a mysterious person.
In front of him, I couldn’t even withstand ten moves. When I thought he would kill me, he said the world was just a cage, killing me would be a reward for me."
"At that time, I didn’t understand his reasoning. It wasn’t until later, when I had reached my peak and stagnated for a century, that I realized the depth of his words."
"Boy, no matter how talented you are, it doesn’t matter. When the Celestial Gate opens, this world is just a bigger cage.
When you reach your limits, you’ll hate your arrogance today. Leaving those geniuses behind to compete with you is the true way forward."
Song Hualong advised sincerely, his eyes showing no selfishness or malice.
However, Lin Beichen remained unmoved, a hint of contempt appearing in his gaze.
"Old fool, don’t judge my cultivation with the perspective of a frog in a well."
Lin Beichen said coldly, his hands closing together as if shutting a door.
In the next instant, a look of astonishment flashed across Song Hualong’s eyes.
With Lin Beichen’s movement, he discovered his connection to Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was severed.
How could this be?
Could this person control the direction of Spiritual Qi?
As he thought this, Lin Beichen gently pushed again, as if reopening the flow of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.
In an instant, cold sweat covered Song Hualong’s forehead.
He seemed to understand the deeper meaning behind Lin Beichen’s actions.
People always said Lin Beichen was the one who opened the Celestial Gate, but there was a problem with that statement.
The Celestial Gate had always existed; it just hadn’t been pushed open by anyone before.
Lin Beichen was merely the lucky one who found a way to open it.
If Lin Beichen could push it open, others could too.
But now Lin Beichen had proven that statement wrong.
The Celestial Gate wasn’t opened by Lin Beichen; the Celestial Gate... was created by Lin Beichen!
In this world, there was no Celestial Gate, nor any Spiritual Qi. It was all Lin Beichen’s doing.
In that moment, Song Hualong felt bone-chilling coldness all over.