Night Without End

Chapter 1384 - 583: Peerless and Independent

The radiant light scattered in all directions, and the night sky was pure and clear.

That was Wei Shouzhen’s Pure Yang Consciousness, and it had been crushed by someone.

A Saint, such a high status!

Even the proud legitimate daughter of the Huang Family personally approached him, talking and laughing, gentle as water, actively getting close to him. The most powerful factions wanted to recruit him as a son-in-law.

Such a genius, whether in strength or status, was exceptionally transcendent, able to look down on a generation.

Yet now, the sky was silent, and where he stood, only a gentle breeze swirled with the light.

Not far away, Qin Ming controlled the Six Qi, his wide sleeves fluttering, resembling someone standing in moonlight with a sense of great freedom and clarity.

In the night, the Pure Yang Light lingered briefly, then extinguished in the blink of an eye.

Only the mysterious figure stood apart, unparalleled and detached above.

The distant sky was deathly silent, as if even the sound of breathing had frozen.

The faces of the Huang Family members were as white as paper, their eyes full of incredulous horror.

That was Wei Shouzhen, and yet he was defeated like that?

The Huang Family had high standards; this was their carefully selected person, with boundless potential and an unlimited future, not hesitating to let their legitimate daughter to woo and get close.

But now, someone had swiftly shattered Wei Shouzhen and crushed his Pure Yang Consciousness.

In the pin-drop silence, even the wind seemed to have stalled.

It is unknown how long it took before there was a light gasp and exclamation, starting to spread among the crowd.

"That was a Saint, and just like that he was... defeated?"

"They say Pure Yang is hard to kill, especially at the pinnacle of talent. Even if they are cut down several times, they can reappear, but now he is like a candle in the wind, extinguished in an instant."

Wei Shouzhen was extremely famous, especially recently, known throughout the heavens and the earth.

He could naturally fight across realms, and was considered powerful even in Grandmaster Domain.

Exclamations rose one after another, like a huge stone thrown into a lake, instantly causing a thousand ripples.

Even a genius like Zhou Tian Dao and a stunning fairy like Yan Zhuohua were somewhat spellbound, staring at the figure in the night sky.

Lu Jingli covered her cherry lips with her hand, her beautiful eyes full of shock. The faint fanciful thoughts in her heart were shattered, leaving her only with a sense of distance and awe, as if the other person was too distant, an ethereal Heavenly Guest, only left for her to look up to like a mountain.

Under the vast sky, Qin Ming was surrounded by clear brilliance, exuding a sense of detachment. The Pure Yang Light remaining in his right hand, like the last firefly swept away by the autumn wind, dispersed completely.

He stood with his left hand behind his back, enveloped in cloud energy.

In the empty battlefield, only he remained, unrestrained and slightly arrogant, slowly surveying the surroundings.

The Huang Family members had already retreated, far away in the sky, but even so, under Qin Ming’s gaze, they still felt a heavy pressure.

The Saint they had painstakingly selected was smashed by that mysterious figure, a fact they found hard to accept.

At this moment, after catching sight of that gaze as brilliant as Divine Radiance, they felt as if they were suffocating.

A little while ago, the few elders who spoke with Wei Shouzhen felt like they were in an ice cellar, their scalps about to explode.

They sighed inwardly, secretly messaging others to leave quickly, while they remained behind, ready to "weather the calamity" and quench any killing intent from the other party.

Once upon a time, their Huang Family overlooked the world; who dared target them like this?

But in this Wild Immortal Realm, here was such a ruthless person, at first glance like a Banished Immortal, but once they acted, their killing intent was astonishingly intense.

Besides the Huang Family, another person was uneasy, feeling very uncomfortable.

Wen Dao regretted it, having come out too early.

Because he saw Wei Shouzhen take out the "Magic Chain," willing to expend such a priceless Big Killer, he thought the situation was settled and came over to curry favor.

Otherwise, as a fellow Saint, invited to bolster the scene, it wouldn’t seem right to hide in the back.

Now he was too far forward, already near the battlefield’s edge, standing in front of the Huang Family members, looking overly conspicuous and prominent.

The clamor grew stronger, but as Qin Ming’s gaze fell, all sounds gradually subsided.

The area returned to silence, with countless gazes bearing reverence and fear, watching the figure bathed in light rain.

Wen Dao’s voice was hoarse, "Taoist fellow, I mean no harm, I just don’t want further slaughter to cause excessive bloodshed here."

His scalp tightened, but he appeared calm.

He was a Saint; if he turned and left, how would the others see him?

Yet if he was too submissive, it would disgrace his esteemed status, so he bit the bullet and expressed his willingness to mediate.

Wen Dao saw the other party standing silently, assessing him, with no immediate killing intent, and quickly flashed a warm smile, "May I know your esteemed name, Taoist fellow?"

Qin Ming replied, "I’ve said before, the light of a benevolent and kind Tao heart."

Wen Dao inwardly grumbled, you gotta be kidding me!

Killing Grandmasters, slaying Saints, exploding warships; if this is considered soft-hearted, how terrifying would this person be when they turn hard-hearted?

Wen Dao spoke, "I observe that your life force is flourishing, without a trace of decay, you must still be in your prime, possibly younger, not even fifty yet? Yet I’ve not heard of you, indeed a hidden Qilin from the fields, another great person appearing."

He certainly didn’t want to provoke the other side, not hesitating to accompany him with a smiling face.

For someone of his status, such active flattery was rare, as others always revolved around him.

Wen Dao sought to close the gap, easing the tense atmosphere, engaging in lively conversation here.

He sincerely advised, trying to mediate the conflict between this person and the Huang Family, hoping both sides could make peace.

This, of course, was for outsiders to see; he didn’t want to lower his stance too much, losing the prestigious identity and fame of a Saint.