However.

Qin Yang's expression remained unchanged throughout.

It remained as calm and indifferent as ever.

It was as if Sun Wu Hui's desperate threats and inducements were nothing more than the insignificant buzzing of flies.

He didn't even have the interest to respond.

However, a hint of... impatience seemed to flash in those deep eyes?

Yes, it's just impatience.

It was as if the old man struggling on his deathbed was being a bit noisy.

The next second.

Qin Yang made a move.

There were no warning signs whatsoever.

He simply raised his right hand slightly.

The hand that had just sent Sun Wu Hui flying with a punch now looked clean, slender, and even somewhat delicate.

Then, it slowly reached out towards Sun Wu Hui's neck.

The movements were not fast; in fact, they could be described as very slow.

But in Sun Wu Hui's eyes, this hand seemed to transcend the distance of time and space, appearing in front of him in an instant, carrying a terrifying power that he could neither resist nor dodge!

"No--!"

Sun Wu Hui's pupils were dilated to the extreme!

Endless fear and despair erupted from the deepest part of his heart like a volcano!

He wanted to struggle, to back away, to shout!

However, the moment that hand covered him, he felt all the strength drain from his body, and he couldn't even move a finger!

I could only watch helplessly as that hand drew closer and closer...

Then, gently.

It was placed on his neck.

The icy touch sent a shiver down Sun Wu Hui's spine.

He could clearly feel that the seemingly gentle force emanating from those five fingers contained a terrifying power capable of crushing mountains!

"Well……"

A meaningless hoarse sound came from Sun Wu Hui's throat, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins and a final plea.

Qin Yang looked at him, his eyes still devoid of any emotion.

It was as if they were doing something insignificant.

Then.

Five fingers, gently clenched.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound, like bones breaking, rang out sharply in the deathly silence!

Sun Wu Hui's eyes, which had been wide with fear, instantly lost all their luster, becoming dull and empty.

His head tilted to the side and drooped down at an extremely strange angle.

Life, like a tide, quickly receded from his body.

This powerful Saint Realm expert, who had dominated the world for centuries and was a figure of immense prestige, was the ancestor of the Sun family, Sun Wu Hui…

Just like that, Qin Yang snapped his neck as easily as if he were a chick.

He died.

He's completely dead.

Qin Yang released his grip.

Sun Wu Hui's body, like a broken rag doll, slumped softly to the ground, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

Blood slowly seeped from his severed neck, staining the ground beneath him a dark red.

All around, absolute silence returned.

Only a faint smell of blood lingered in the air.

Qin Yang withdrew his hand, without even glancing down at the corpse on the ground again.

He remained standing there, upright and indifferent.

It was as if he had just casually crushed a noisy insect.

That composure, that calmness, that indifference as if the Great Sage were nothing...

That composure, that calmness, that indifference as if the Great Sage were nothing... was deeply imprinted on the perceptions of all beings who might be watching this place.

But Qin Yang seemed to feel that this was not enough.

Or rather, the dark red stains left on the ground and the intangible stench of blood were still somewhat irritating.

He lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling on the gradually expanding pool of blood left on the ground after Sun Wu Hui's body disappeared.

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

It seems they dislike this filth.

The next moment, he lifted his foot again.

This time, the movements were still casual, even more casual than when he snapped Sun Wu Hui's neck earlier.

It's like accidentally kicking a pebble away while walking.

His right foot landed gently, seemingly slowly, yet with an indescribable rhythm, precisely on the center of the ground where the bloodstains had once been, but which was now empty.

There was no earth-shattering noise, no violent fluctuation of energy.

Only an invisible, overwhelming force rippled outwards from his landing point, like waves on water, without making a sound.

"puff!"

A faint, muffled sound, like a bubble bursting.

The spot where Sun Wuhui's body had collapsed, the muddy ground stained with blood, along with the blood that hadn't completely congealed and any remaining trace of Sun Wuhui's aura, were all utterly annihilated by this one stomp!

It wasn't shattered, nor was it blown away.

Instead, it truly transformed into the finest particles, even smaller than dust, and completely dissipated into the air.

It was as if they had been completely wiped out of this world by an invisible hand.

The ground returned to its original dryness and flatness, and even the slightest trace of blood had faded away instantly, leaving only the very first trace in the air, proving that a brief but brutal battle had indeed taken place here.

After doing all this, Qin Yang seemed a little satisfied.

He withdrew his foot, as if he had only completed a trivial cleaning task.

Throughout the entire process, his expression remained unchanged, his eyes still as deep as the night sky, without the slightest ripple.

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