"Bang!"

A deep, thunderous roar, like the beating of a drum, exploded in the silent night sky!

Qin Yang's foot landed squarely on Sun Wujun's lower abdomen, specifically the dantian area.

In that instant, Sun Wujun felt an indescribable, terrifying power, like a flood bursting its banks or a bursting star, forcefully rushing into his body!

This power is domineering and unparalleled, sweeping away everything in its path!

It instantly shattered the protective energy within his body, shook his internal organs, and even his Saint Realm foundation seemed to groan in despair under the weight of this kick!

"puff--"

Sun Wujun suddenly opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood mixed with some fragments of internal organs gushed out like an arrow, drawing a shrill blood trail in the air.

He felt as if he had been struck by an invisible giant hammer, or as if he had been sent flying by a high-speed meteorite.

His body instantly arched into a shrimp-like shape, his feet left the ground, and he flew backward at an even faster speed than when he came!

"Whoosh—!"

The sound of something cutting through the air was shrill and piercing.

Sun Wujun's figure traced an arc in mid-air, like a kite with a broken string, or a stone that had been kicked away, crashing heavily into the distance!

"Boom!"

A deafening roar resounded.

That was Sun Wujun's body, which crashed heavily onto a small hill several hundred meters away.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and gravel flew through the sky!

The entire hill seemed to have shrunk by half from the impact!

Sun Wujun's figure was deeply embedded in the mountain, his fate unknown.

The night wind began to flow again, dispersing the lingering smoke and dust, and also stirring Qin Yang's robes.

He slowly retracted his left foot, which had been kicked out, while still holding... no, he released his right hand.

It was as if I had only done a trivial little thing.

He stood there, his posture as upright as ever, his face as calm as still water.

From the cracks in the rocky terrain, rubble and dust continued to fall, burying half of the body.

Sun Wujun was embedded there, unable to feel his limbs. He felt only an extreme pain, as if all his bones were being crushed and his internal organs were turning into minced meat, and a cold despair that was deeper and more piercing than the pain.

He opened his eyelids with difficulty and extreme slowness.

The gushing blood and billowing dust blurred his vision, leaving only a hazy, dark red blur.

He wanted to cough, but only a hoarse, broken bellows-like sound came from his throat. Each tiny vibration pulled at the devastating emptiness in his dantian, bringing excruciating pain that made his very soul tremble.

His dantian... his dantian... is ruined!

It was completely shattered by that kick!

He devoted his entire life to arduous cultivation, expending countless rare and precious materials, and enduring countless life-and-death trials before finally managing to touch that realm—the peak of the Great Saint Realm!

That is the true pinnacle of the world, looking down on all living beings, and whose stomp can make the world tremble!

However, just now, under that seemingly casual kick from the young man in black, his proud cultivation and his indestructible Saint Realm foundation were as fragile as ice and snow under the sun, melting away in an instant!

How is that possible?

That's absolutely impossible!

In Sun Wujun's mind, only these few words echoed wildly, like a curse, or like his last obsession.

He is Sun Wujun! He is a core elder of the Sun family in the Eastern Continent, and a powerful expert at the peak of the Great Saint Realm!

How could we lose?

How could they have been defeated so easily? So completely? Without even a sliver of room to resist?

That young man…who exactly is he? What kind of monster is he?!

That power was domineering, tyrannical, and filled with an aura of destruction; it was something that a cultivator of this age could not possibly possess!

Could it be... could it be that he is one of those reclusive old monsters, deliberately disguising himself as a young man?

Countless thoughts churned within Sun Wujun's fragmented consciousness, ultimately transforming into an overwhelming, unbearable fear.

He sensed the presence of death, cold and viscous, like an invisible net slowly closing in from all directions, threatening to devour him completely.

Just then, a soft footstep shattered the silence of the night, and also shattered the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

"Tap...tap...tap..."

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, but steady and powerful. Each step felt like it was pounding on his heart, causing his broken body to twitch involuntarily.

Through his blurred, blood-red vision, he saw a tall figure, bathed in the cool moonlight, slowly emerging from the swirling smoke and dust.

The person who arrived was Qin Yang.

He was still dressed in a spotless black robe, his face expressionless, as calm as if he had just returned from a walk, rather than having just kicked a peak Great Saint Realm expert to death.

Those eyes, deep as a cold pool, gazed indifferently at Sun Wujun, who was embedded in the mountain wall, as if looking at a... lifeless stone.

This look terrified Sun Wujun more than any fierce gaze.

That was utter indifference, an absolute condescension on a life-level scale!

He could see no anger, no murderous intent, not even a ripple of emotion in those eyes.

It was as if his own life and death were utterly insignificant and not worth mentioning in his eyes.

"No……"

Sun Wujun let out an extremely weak roar, mixed with blood and foam, filled with despair.

He tried to struggle and escape, but he was stuck firmly in the rocks and couldn't even move a finger.

All he could do was watch helplessly as that figure, like the Grim Reaper, walked towards him step by step.

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