Chapter 715: Execution!

Jiang Feng was no longer in his original position.

He appeared in front of Xie Zhennan.

The distance between the two shrank from over thirty zhang to three chi.

No one saw how he moved.

Including Zheng Tianxiong, including Jun Aoshan, and the hundreds of warriors on the ground.

And Xie Zhennan's face had turned pale.

Jiang Feng drew no sword, formed no seal, and used no technique.

He simply raised his hand and hurled a fist outward.

That fist was plain and unremarkable, with no flourish, no dazzling aura of True Qi, and not even a sound of cutting the wind.

But Xie Zhennan's complexion changed from a ghastly pallor to ashen gray in an instant.

Because he saw it. The power contained in that fist had already exceeded the scope of any move.

It was something a person, in silence, presses all his hatred, all his pain, all the words he cannot utter into his bone, then strikes out with a fist.

Xie Zhennan retreated.

He had lived for over three hundred years, survived countless battles, and his self‑created Nine Turns Returning to Origin Technique claimed to be the world's top defense.

But before that fist, all his proud techniques, all his decades of combat experience, and all his last‑resort survival methods turned into a joke.

He could only retreat.

But he could not retreat.

That fist was too fast.

It was so fast that just as Xie Zhennan's feet left the ground, the fist had already reached his chest.

In a hurry he crossed his arms to block, and Nine Turns Returning to Origin True Qi formed seven layers of shields before his body, each layer stacked atop another, each capable of withstanding a full‑power strike from a Martial Venerable.

The seven shields were like paper in front of that fist.

All shattered into scattered light fragments across the sky in a single Breath.

The fist passed through all the shields and solidly struck Xie Zhennan's crossed arms.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of bone cracking rang in the night sky, like a dry branch being stepped on and snapped.

Xie Zhennan was hurled like a meteor, flipping dozens of times in the air, piercing the mid‑section of a distant mountain peak and emerging from the opposite side.

Debris rained down, and smoke filled the sky.

Everyone on the ground was stunned.

Jun Aoshan's lips moved as if to speak, but nothing came out.

For the first time, Zheng Tianxiong's face showed horror.

He was a Martial Venerable.

He knew better than anyone how terrifying Xie Zhennan's defense was.

The Nine Turns Returning to Origin Technique, trained to its limit, claimed invincibility at its realm; even three Great Martial Venerables attacking together could not breach his defense in half an hour.

But Jiang Feng used only one fist.

And that fist even did not employ spiritual energy.

This was not a battle.

It was a crushing.

Before the debris hit the ground, Jiang Feng's figure had already vanished from where he stood.

In the next instant, he appeared amid the smoke on the opposite side of the mountain peak.

Xie Zhennan had just struggled out of the rubble, his left arm hanging at an unnatural angle at his side, a strand of fresh blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

But Jiang Feng gave him no chance to catch his breath.

The second fist had already arrived.

This fist was heavier, denser, and faster than the first.

Xie Zhennan couldn't block in time and could only sidestep.

But his movement was as slow as if frozen before Jiang Feng.

The fist brushed his left shoulder, and the residual True Qi swept his scapula.

Another bone‑cracking sound.

Xie Zhennan let out a muffled grunt, was flung horizontally, scattering a string of blood droplets in the air, crashing heavily into the cliff and carving a humanoid dent several zhang deep.

Clenching his teeth, he formed a seal with one hand, and a Golden Light rose from his body, shaping into a massive Golden Body Formation that enveloped him entirely.

This was his ultimate survival technique. Nine Turns Returning to Origin Technique Ninth Turn…

Undying Golden Body.

In all these years, he had only used it twice.

Jiang Feng stared at the Golden Body Formation, expressionless.

Third fist.

This fist struck the Golden Body Formation.

The so‑called Undying Golden Body Formation quivered violently, its surface sprouting countless fine cracks that spread outward from the point of impact like glass struck by a hammer.

Xie Zhennan's pupils contracted to the limit.

He had lived for over three hundred years, and no one had ever caused his Undying Golden Body to crack. No one ever had.

But the cracks kept spreading.

Jiang Feng retracted his fist, fourth fist.

The Golden Body Formation exploded.

Amid the sky‑filled golden light fragments, Xie Zhennan was blasted out like a tattered sack, blood spewing wildly from his mouth, his white hair in disarray, and he was in utter disarray.

The purple robe on his body that symbolized his noble status had already been torn into strips, revealing the gaunt, withered body beneath.

He crashed heavily onto the ground.

The ground was smashed into a massive pit dozens of zhang in diameter, with shattered stone and dust soaring into the sky.

Before the smoke cleared, Jiang Feng descended from the heavens, stamping a foot toward Xie Zhennan's chest.

Xie Zhennan mustered his last ounce of strength, rolling to dodge, while that foot landed where he had just been lying, causing the ground centered on that foot to collapse outward a full three zhang.

The entire earth trembled.

Xie Zhennan scrambled up from the ground, staggering backward.

His left arm was already useless, the left shoulder bone broken in half, his mouth filled with the taste of blood, and darkness flickered before his eyes.

In his current state, he no longer resembled a martial saint who had lived so many years.

He was clearly an old beggar dragged out of a coffin.

But Jiang Feng gave him no chance to catch his breath.

Fifth punch, sixth punch, seventh punch.

One punch after another, each punch heavier than the last.

Xie Zhennan was battered back and forth like a sandbag; each time he gave his all to block a punch, the next strike came from an even more cunning angle, heavier and faster.

His ribs were broken in countless places, his internal organs cracked from the shock, and there wasn't a single spot on his body that didn't hurt.

The people on the ground were completely stunned.

Everyone stood frozen like statues, eyes wide as they watched the battle in the sky that was of an entirely different level.

No, that wasn't a battle.

It was an execution.

Jun Aoshan's hand trembled.

Zheng Tianxiong's forehead beaded with cold sweat.

They finally understood one thing…

When Jiang Feng previously fought them, he hadn't used his full strength at all.

He might not even have employed thirty percent of his power.

Now, Xie Zhennan was bearing the hidden seventy percent.

Xie Zhennan's vision grew increasingly blurry.

His awareness was scattering, his body collapsing; all those years of cultivation became meaningless at this moment. He had never imagined he would have a day like this…

He was pressed to the ground and beaten like a dog, without any ability to strike back.

He wanted to speak, to beg for mercy, to call that name.

But he couldn't utter a single word.

Because Jiang Feng gave him no chance to open his mouth.

Eighth punch.

Xie Zhennan was blasted into the high air.

Ninth punch.

Xie Zhennan was smashed back to the ground.

Jiang Feng's silhouette turned into a fleeting after‑image in the night sky, faster than Xie Zhennan's falling speed, appearing beneath him a split second earlier.

Tenth punch.

This punch surged upward from below, striking Xie Zhennan's back.

Xie Zhennan spat out a huge mouthful of blood, and his body was blasted even higher. He spun countless times in the air, his awareness nearing total collapse.

Then, Jiang Feng appeared above him.

Moonlight poured down from behind Jiang Feng, shrouding his face in shadow. No one could see his expression at that moment.

All that could be seen was him raising his right hand.

The hand's five fingers spread, the palm aimed at Xie Zhennan's face.

A terrifying power that could make heaven and earth change color gathered in that palm. The night sky's cloud layer was pressed outward in all directions, moonlight warped into a bizarre arc, and everyone on the ground felt their hearts seized by an invisible hand, their breathing growing difficult.

He knew that before this palm, he could do nothing.

Xie Zhennan's awareness briefly cleared in the final moment.

He saw the palm.

The palm was less than three chi away from his face.

He saw the face hidden in shadow behind the palm.

He saw those eyes.

Those eyes were exactly like Xie Yinniang's.

Everything that happened on that rainy night thirty years ago surged to his mind in an instant, flooding him like a tide.

His lips moved, laboriously uttering two words.

"Yin… Niang…"

Then he closed his eyes.

Jiang Feng's palm slammed down.

There was no sound.

No explosion, no shockwave, no earth‑shattering tremor.

Jiang Feng's palm stopped at a Place one inch in front of Xie Zhennan's face.

It stopped.

Not moving.