Xiaoxiao.

With Guo Dehao seriously injured and forced to withdraw from the battlefield, three out of the ten sect leaders are now gone.

The remaining people were under tremendous pressure, both physically and mentally, and only now did they realize that they had seriously underestimated the boy in front of them.

Is that human being?

Is he really only fifteen years old?

Is it too late to regret it?

Kuang Zheng wouldn't give them that chance.

He has always treated the world with the utmost goodwill.

Even if the mysterious inheritance leads to an uncertain future, even if he watches his best brothers die one by one, even if he is in the presence of ordinary people.

He always showed the utmost sincerity.

Those brothers who didn't persevere were the same; even in their final moments, they were thinking of others.

Even though their spiritual energy had spiraled out of control and everything was beyond repair, they were still thinking of making their final contribution to Penglai, even in death.

By self-destructing, he inflicted maximum damage on the savage beasts, hoping to use his last bit of power to alleviate the pressure on future generations when facing a siege by these beasts.

Even if it can only emit a little light, it will not hesitate to shatter into pieces.

They do not expect others to remember them, but only seek to bring people the greatest peace.

This has always been the guiding principle of the 7-man team, and even with only three members left, they continue to uphold it.

If all is beyond redemption, the wilderness will be their final resting place.

They never intended to self-destruct in a human settlement.

They never even considered leaving behind intact bodies; they always regarded their power as a shield to protect humanity.

Before receiving the mysterious inheritance, this protection was for the people of the Qin Empire.

After being passed down, this protection was elevated to all humanity on Penglai Planet.

It's not that they are noble, but that they feel that since they have this ability, they should shoulder this responsibility.

Whether dying silently or taking one's own life, it is a waste of this ability.

It's not about personal heroism, nor is it about seeking fame or fortune.

Born on this land, love comes naturally.

Therefore, even though the appearance of the Vermilion Fruit attracted countless disputes, they always treated everyone involved in the competition with the utmost respect.

They never thought of using their own strength to threaten others or force them to withdraw; their only thought was to make the other party back down.

This has nothing to do with being a saintly hypocrite or pretending to be high-minded.

In their view, becoming stronger is a process, not a result.

Becoming stronger, even invincible, is a wonderful aspiration.

This wish is worth the effort, but not the entire effort.

Life is full of beauty, and the pursuit of the ultimate is unparalleled.

To achieve this goal, they even abandoned the most basic human morality; such power holds no appeal for them.

Not to mention that such power is merely a mirage, even if one were to achieve it by chance, it would ultimately be nothing more than a pipe dream.

We strive for higher and stronger achievements to appreciate more beautiful scenery and to feel that every moment of life is worthwhile.

Instead of sacrificing everything, abandoning everything, or even trampling on everything for this goal.

Even if you reach the top one day, what will be left?

Life is a process; no matter how long it is, it will eventually come to an end, and no matter how short it is, it can still create a unique spectacle.

What we should pursue is the scenery along the way and leaving behind useful thoughts for future generations. If there is still some beauty in it, then we will have no regrets in this life.

This has always been their life motto, but fate played a cruel joke on them.

People who love life often struggle to survive, remaining unknown even when they are invincible.

They never cared about the empty title of being invincible; otherwise, "Dragon Flame" wouldn't be what people knew it to be.

Even though they struggled to survive, they never complained, nor did they take their struggles out on others.

They treat all the suffering as food, swallowing it down.

Life is still beautiful, and the world is still worth living.

Therefore, even for spiritual treasures containing spiritual energy that were urgently needed, they never forced or robbed anyone.

He always exchanged with others with the utmost sincerity, and it was during this period that he had the most dealings with the ten major sects.

I witnessed their ugly faces back then; they were all greedy and shameless scoundrels.

Even so, Kuang Zheng and the others would always try their best to satisfy them.

However, some people are always "insatiable," and there are quite a few such cases.

There was no other way but to teach them a lesson.

It's not about bullying the weak, but about hoping they won't push their luck.

Even when they do take action, they are very careful about their actions.

Even so, they were still accused of being arrogant and greedy by the ten major sects.

Regarding these slanders, they have never said anything, nor have they ever paid any attention to them.

But I can't deny that I'm unhappy inside.

It was from that time on that Kuang Zheng and the others stopped liking to deal with them.

Because they are pitiful people, like inflated balloons, blinded by their identities as leaders of the ten major sects.

They think they are invincible and demand that everyone act according to their personality.

Any violation, however slight, is an unforgivable sin.

In the end, they are just frogs sitting at the bottom of a well, a group of pitiful people.

When the Vermilion Fruit appeared in the world, everyone knew that Kuang Zheng and the others desperately needed it to save their lives.

But they still started grabbing it immediately, regardless of whether they were capable or qualified.

They disregarded past friendships completely, caring only about themselves.

Before they even saw a glimpse of the Vermilion Fruit, the massacre had already begun.

The vast cypress forest was stained with blood, and the stench of blood can still be clearly smelled today.

That's understandable; after all, it's a priceless treasure, and who wouldn't want to have it?

The Vermilion Fruit can save lives, but it can also grant people the coveted invincibility of the world.

That's a "land deity"!

Who can resist the allure of these four words?

Despite the life-or-death situation, Kuang Zheng and his companions still maintained the utmost goodwill towards everyone.

But what did we get in return?

First came the attack by mysterious figures, and now it's a direct conspiracy.

They wanted not only the Zhu fruit, but also the lives of the three people.

At this moment, Kuang Zheng completely gave up hope.

Perhaps this is their view of the martial world: where only profit matters and life and death are irrelevant.

At this moment, Kuangzheng will no longer hold back!

Since the martial world is ruthless, then let's destroy the entire martial world.

Everyone has the right to live, and strength is not a reason to bully others.

No one can do it, not even emperors, generals, or unparalleled masters!

If everyone did that, he wouldn't mind tearing everything down!

Since the ten major sects can treat the lives of others as worthless for the sake of the Vermilion Fruit, then let's sweep them all into the dustbin of history!

At this moment, he unleashed the tiger within him.

In an instant, a powerful aura, like a volcanic eruption, surged forth, its imposing momentum as if a war god had descended to earth.

Upon seeing this, Abbot Wuse and the others were secretly delighted, believing that their opponent was exhausted and unable to continue.

Therefore, they did not hesitate to unleash their most powerful moves, attempting to defeat each other in one fell swoop.

All that could be heard was Chunyangzi's eyes wide open in fury, and he let out a deafening roar: "Demon-Slaying True Immortal Technique, annihilate all demons!"

With that roar, he suddenly swung his ordinary-looking whisk, and the snow-white whisk seemed to come alive, growing rapidly in the gale.

In the blink of an eye, those fine dust particles transformed into tens of thousands of sharp steel needles, each gleaming with a cold light and accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, shooting forward like a sudden storm.

At the same time, the magic sword he was holding in his other hand also shone brightly in an instant, transforming into a dazzling rainbow that roared towards the enemy with the force of thunder.

In an instant, the entire world changed color, the wind and clouds churned, and even the sun and moon seemed to lose their former brilliance, obscured by this terrifying power.

Abbot Wuse stood in mid-air, chanting incantations in a deep and mysterious voice, as if containing the profound truths of Buddhism.

Just then, something strange happened! The staff he was holding tightly began to emit a dazzling golden light, and in the blink of an eye, the staff transformed into an incomparably powerful golden dragon.

This golden dragon was over a hundred feet long, resembling a golden mountain stretching across the sky. Its long whiskers danced in the wind, flowing like graceful ribbons.

Its dragon eyes were wide open in fury, radiating a chillingly majestic light. When its sharp five claws suddenly opened, the surrounding space shattered like fragile glass, revealing deep, dark void cracks.

As a dragon's roar that resounded through the sky rang out, all the beasts in the mountains and forests were terrified and uneasy.

They either lay trembling on the ground or scattered and fled, plunging the entire mountain range into panic and chaos.

Meanwhile, Ding Fenglai on the other side was not to be outdone.

He channeled all his inner energy, continuously pouring it into the black iron abacus in his hand. With the powerful boost of this energy, the originally sturdy abacus suddenly shattered, transforming into countless shiny black beads.

These beads spun rapidly like wild horses.

Due to its extremely high speed, the intense friction with the air generated even ignited a raging fire, scorching and distorting the surrounding air.

The abacus frame that originally supported the beads transformed into thick, black iron rods at this moment.

These iron bars spun rapidly through the air at an astonishing speed, each one trailing a long black tail, making them look like a group of black meteors streaking across the sky from a distance.

However, just as the two sides were locked in fierce combat, a loud and shrill sound suddenly rang out.

The sound was sharp and piercing, like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts and the roaming of a hundred demons, filled with a sinister and terrifying feeling.

The sound traveled from the sky to the foot of the mountain, like an invisible shockwave sweeping across. Caught off guard, the people at the foot of the mountain were so frightened by the sudden and terrifying sound that their bodies went limp, and they collapsed to the ground, their faces as pale as paper, devoid of any color.

Looking back at the battlefield, everyone then noticed that Feng Yaorao had somehow acquired a giant hairpin in her hand.

This hairpin was originally only as thick as a wrist, but now it has grown to the size of a bowl and is more than ten meters long.

The enormous hairpin slid rapidly back and forth in the air under Feng Yaorao's control.

Each swing produces a terrifying and chilling sound that sends shivers down your spine.

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted from the mouths of the three Long brothers. The sound was like the howl of a wild beast, chilling and terrifying.

Then, an astonishing scene unfolded—their bodies, as if injected with an endless supply of gas, began to expand and grow at an alarming rate! In the blink of an eye, the three of them had grown to a staggering height of over 50 meters!

Looking at them now, they were completely unrecognizable from what they had been before. They were now three enormous, moving mountains of flesh!

Every time they made a move, the surrounding space seemed unable to withstand this terrifying power and shattered into pieces.

That immense power was enough to destroy everything in heaven and earth!

Meanwhile, Liu Xuan on the other side was equally resolute.

The halberd he gripped tightly in his hand whistled as he swung it, like a sudden storm, instantly transforming into a dazzling golden ocean.

In an instant, it shone with dazzling light and its momentum was overwhelming!

At this thrilling moment, everyone present unleashed their most secret skills without reservation, engaging in a life-or-death struggle with all their might.

In an instant, dark clouds filled the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, as if the end of the world had arrived; the earth trembled violently, and the mountains and rivers seemed to weep for this earth-shattering battle.

That earth-shattering, overwhelming destructive force suddenly erupted, like a raging beast breaking free of its restraints, and pounced on Broken Blade Peak with the force of a thunderbolt!

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth. The three stone walls of Broken Blade Peak crumbled instantly under the impact of this terrifying force, turning into countless fine powders that swept up like a sandstorm that blotted out the sky.

At the same time, all sorts of colorful true energy surged out from all directions, like giant dragons with bared fangs and claws flying wildly in the air.

These vital energies intertwined and collided, bursting forth with dazzling light, turning the originally azure sky into a magnificent and colorful painting.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—each color represents the powerful strength and unique techniques of different cultivators. They fight and contend with each other, filling this world with endless pressure and turmoil.

In the blink of an eye, the powerful and suffocating attack was upon them.

Kuang Zheng showed no panic upon seeing this. He simply yanked the flagpole in his hand. Ripples spread through the space, and the immense energy instantly blocked the barrage of attacks.

Then, by tapping the flagpole in succession, ten spear-shaped patterns were instantly created.

The spear flower initially appeared as just a few specks of ink plum blossoms, but then it blossomed into four petals.

The petals, as delicate as if boneless, flew towards Chunyangzi and the others, like spirits dancing in the wind.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, the world vanished, and only these ten spear flowers remained in the universe.

They spun and floated, moving so slowly they seemed about to fall.

However, in the eyes of Abbot Wuse and the others, these slow-moving spear flowers were nothing short of death warrants, because they found that the moment the spear flowers were fired, their bodies could no longer move.

Even breathing seemed to have stopped, and even the brain seemed to have stopped functioning.

They could only watch silently as the bullets drifted and flew toward them.

Wherever the gunfire passed, space shattered into pieces, instantly turning into nothingness.

It seemed like only a few breaths, yet it also felt like an eternity.

And so, Feng Yaorao and the others watched helplessly as gunfire flew towards them and pierced their chests.

The remaining sect leaders each received one flower, while the four family heads shared one flower.

When the gunflower reached the four people, it immediately split into four petals.

A petal flew towards a person, not one more, not one less.

When Ding Fenglai saw the flower enter his chest, his eyes were filled with horror.

But then he looked surprised. The excruciating pain he had imagined did not occur. He felt nothing until the gun flower had completely entered his body.

For a moment, he thought the gun flower was just an illusion and had no offensive power.

But then everyone was enveloped in immense fear, because they felt their power gradually dissipating.

It was an overwhelming fear; the very thing they relied on most was now slowly slipping away from their bodies.

The feeling was so clear, so clear that I could even "see" it.

But this was only the beginning of the horror; soon after, they felt their life force slowly fading away.

The body, which was once full of vitality, is gradually withering away and aging.

Soon they noticed that the people around them had developed wrinkles, and the wrinkles were getting deeper at a visible rate.

Then my hair turned white, withered, and fell out. My teeth loosened, my hearing declined, and my eyes became cloudy...

The immense fear that everything related to life was disappearing drove them to the brink of collapse.

When everything was over, the four heads of the family had long since become a pile of bones. All their ambitions and schemes dissolved into the world along with their bodies at that moment.

Although Chunyangzi and the others survived, they were already old and frail, nearing the end of their lives.

Kuang Zheng coldly looked at the remaining people and said indifferently, "I will no longer pursue your schemes. But I hope that from now on you can treat people as human beings and put yourselves in others' shoes."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Whether Chunyangzi and the others listened or not, he didn't care at all.

Because from that moment on, "the light boat has already passed ten thousand mountains."