Qin Feng suddenly heard the voice transmission from Xuan Guang, and his heart tightened.
His gaze began to flicker, quickly scanning Haoyue and Ningkong, as if trying to find some clues from them.
Just then, Haoyue and Ningkong arrived in front of everyone.
Ning Kong crossed her arms, a faint smile playing on her lips, and said softly, "Everyone, the Heart of the World Tree is not something you can easily covet."
As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion arose from the crowd.
Many people expressed their dissatisfaction with Ning Kong's words, frowning and showing anger.
Soon, someone snorted coldly and retorted without any politeness, "Who do you think you are? What right do you have to talk to us like that?"
However, before the man could finish speaking, Haoyue's figure appeared in front of him like lightning.
Her movements were as fast as the wind, leaving no time for anyone to react.
Immediately afterwards, Haoyue raised her hand and struck the powerful man with a palm.
The powerful figure clearly hadn't expected Haoyue to suddenly attack, and in his haste, he tried to defend himself, but it was too late.
With a muffled thud, the powerful figure was sent flying backward by the palm strike, crashing heavily onto the ground hundreds of meters away.
Haoyue didn't look at the man, but instead looked at the crowd, asking in a cold voice, "Are you leaving or not?"
The group exchanged glances, their faces grave, their brows furrowed, and their eyes darting up and down at Haoyue.
Clearly, the strength that Haoyue had inadvertently displayed had already aroused their serious attention and vigilance.
A true expert's skill is immediately apparent. In that single instant, everyone could sense that Haoyue's strength was not to be underestimated, and could even be said to surpass that of most of them.
Moreover, Ningkong, who always stood beside Haoyue, also gave people a feeling of unfathomable depth.
His existence is like a mystery, making it impossible for people to figure out how strong he really is, but what is certain is that his strength is definitely no less than Haoyue's!
After a moment of silence, Ling Fengzi finally couldn't suppress his curiosity any longer. He looked directly at Haoyue and asked, "Are you also a disciple of the Primordial Dao Ancestor?"
Upon hearing this, everyone present seemed to be frozen in place, as if time itself had stopped.
"The Primordial Dao Ancestor?" someone repeated the name in disbelief, their voice filled with shock and confusion.
"Lingfengzi, are you kidding me?" another person shouted, his face full of doubt. "How could they possibly be the disciples of the Primordial Dao Ancestor? This is simply a fantasy!"
"Yes, the Primordial Dao Ancestor has long since perished, how could his disciple possibly be alive now?"
More and more people chimed in, shaking their heads and expressing their doubts about Ling Fengzi's words.
Suddenly, the scene became noisy, with various questions and doubts rising one after another.
The crowd whispered amongst themselves, clearly skeptical of what Lingfengzi had said.
Ling Fengzi seemed oblivious to the doubts emanating from those around him, his gaze fixed on Haoyue across from him, as if he were seeing something deeper through him.
Are Haoyue and Ningkong really Dao disciples of the Primordial Dao Ancestor?
If these two are indeed the disciples of the Primordial Dao Ancestor, then even if they eliminate them now, they will not be able to obtain the Heart of the World Tree.
I'm afraid it will only attract the Primordial Dao Ancestor!
Thinking of this, Ling Fengzi couldn't help but feel a chill rise up his spine. The name of the Primordial Dao Ancestor was renowned far and wide, and his strength was unfathomable. It was said that he had already reached the realm of oneness with the Heavenly Dao.
How could they possibly contend with such an existence?
Just as Ling Fengzi was lost in thought, Ning Kong suddenly spoke. His voice was steady and powerful, standing out clearly in the noisy environment: "That's right, we are the disciples of the Primordial Dao Ancestor. If you still dare to covet the Heart of the World Tree today, you will be making enemies of the Primordial Dao Ancestor."
These words struck like a thunderclap, exploding in the crowd.
The previously noisy scene instantly fell silent. Everyone was stunned by Ning Kong's words, and for a moment no one dared to utter a sound.
A deathly silence fell over the scene; everyone remained silent, seemingly deep in thought.
After a while, an old man in a green robe walked out from the crowd. He looked at Ning Kong with a suspicious expression, his eyes revealing a hint of disbelief.
The old man in the green robe straightened up, staring directly at Ning Kong without fear, and sneered, "Bullshit! How could you possibly be the disciples of the Primordial Dao Ancestor?"
"Hmph, you think you can scare us away with just a few words? You're utterly foolish!"
The old man in the green robe seemed to still be echoing in the air, but in that instant, Ning Kong's eyes suddenly turned extremely cold, as if the whole world had frozen under his gaze.
He slowly raised his hand, the movement seemingly gentle, yet containing boundless power.
As he raised his hand, an invisible force, like a surging tide, swept towards the old man in the green robe with overwhelming force.
This force came on fiercely and with lightning speed, leaving no time for anyone to react.
The old man in the green robe turned deathly pale in an instant. He had clearly not expected Ning Kong to make a sudden move, and the power of this attack was so great.
He hurriedly circulated the divine power within his body, trying to resist this powerful force.
However, that force was like a raging torrent, unstoppable, and his divine power seemed so fragile in the face of it.
With a loud bang, the old man in the green robe was struck hard by the force, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
His body tumbled through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Everyone stared in astonishment at the scene, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit their fists.
They never expected that a powerful figure like the old man in the green robe would be so utterly defeated by Ning Kong's attack.
The old man in the green robe struggled to his feet, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth. His face was as pale as paper, clearly indicating that he had suffered serious internal injuries.
He stared wide-eyed at Ning Kong, his face full of disbelief, seemingly still reeling from the shock he had just experienced.
After a moment, the old man in the green robe cursed angrily, his face grim. "You despicable scoundrel, how dare you ambush me!"
Hearing this, everyone was speechless.
Have some shame!
That was a direct attack; wouldn't that be considered a sneak attack?
Is it so hard to admit that you're not good enough and that others are too good?
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