Chapter 719: Don't Go!

The entire Yunding Secret Realm trembles.

That tremor surges up from the deepest earth, like a heart that has slept for Ten Thousand years suddenly beating once.

Jiang Feng stands in the void, motionless.

His Foot is dozens of zhang above the ground, yet he feels that power with greater Clarity than anyone else.

That power surges from the earth's core, piercing Protective True Qi, piercing Leather and tendons, like a massive hand pressing on his heart.

It is not an attack.

It is a probe.

It is like a person who has slept too long opening his eyes and extending a hand, feeling this world.

Jiang Feng says nothing.

But deep within his eyes, a light churns.

"This is not an Illusion…"

His voice is so low it sounds like he is talking to himself.

Since he entered the martial path, he has seen countless self‑proclaimed invincible masters.

But all people combined still do not feel as strong a pressure from that power deep in the earth at this moment.

It is a shiver etched deep in the soul.

It is not fear, but the Instinct all beings have when encountering a higher‑level life.

Xie Qingxue stands at the Edge of the huge pit, her complexion paler than before.

She feels that power pierce her body, sweep over her Divine Soul, then pause for a moment, as if recognizing something, yet as if recognizing nothing, and slowly recede.

She grits her teeth and holds on, because she sees Jiang Feng's gaze shift to her.

"Xie Qingxue."

Jiang Feng's voice returns to calm, but that calm tightens the heart even more than before.

"You just said… he has lived for Millennia of Ages."

He steps down from the void, one step at a time, until he stands before her.

"You say he is the master of this Secret Realm. You say he chose my mother, to Borrow Corpse Revive Soul."

With each sentence he says, he steps forward one pace, and Xie Qingxue instinctively steps back one pace. After three steps, her back slams into a stone rubble wall, leaving no retreat.

"I do not deny the existence of that power deep in the earth. It indeed surpasses the Martial Sovereign, surpasses any being I have seen."

He pauses, his gaze shifting from Xie Qingxue to the distant night sky that is slowly calming.

"But the Xie Family is innocent in this matter…"

He withdraws his gaze and looks at Xie Qingxue again.

"I do not believe."

Xie Qingxue bites her lip, her eye circles reddening again.

"I know you do not believe. If I were in your place, I would not believe either. Yet not a single word I speak is false."

Immediately she looks at Zheng Tianxiong and Jun Aoshan.

"Uncle two, this matter involves my Yunding Three Families, do you both still intend to play deaf and mute?"

Zheng Tianxiong's complexion now is worse than when Jiang Feng battered him earlier.

It is a near‑ashen, as if all vitality has been drained, a dead‑gray hue.

His body trembles violently, the cracks on his Surface healing at a visible speed.

As if repairing a tool about to be used.

"Stop… don't…"

Zheng Tianxiong's voice forces out of his throat, not addressed to Jiang Feng nor to Xie Qingxue.

It is spoken to that existence deep in the earth. His eyes are filled with fear—not fear of death, but a fear of completely losing oneself. That power seeks not his body, but his Divine Soul.

Jun Aoshan also realizes it at that moment. He is worse off than Zheng Tianxiong. The residual Fist force Jiang Feng struck into him remains; each movement pierces his heart with pain.

Now that power forcibly expels the Fist force. With each expelled Fist, his tendons are torn a little.

Each repaired wound sees his Divine Soul gnawed away a bit. His Mouth is open, yet no sound emerges. Not because his throat is destroyed, but fear seals it.

"Miss Xie!"

Zheng Tianxiong suddenly erupts.

He strains with all his might to break a sliver of opening, shouting with a near‑collapsing roar.

"You… how dare you! How dare you speak of these things!"

His voice has completely changed, no longer that steady, seasoned Zheng Family Family Head, but an old man whose courage has been shattered by fear.

"Do you want to die? Do you know what Consequence will follow?"

Jun Aoshan also erupts, his words sharp.

"Xie Qingxue! Are you trying to destroy the Yunding Three Families!"

Each word of his roar sounds as if torn from the depths of his soul.

"We will die!! Everyone will die!! The Yunding Three Families will vanish from the world completely!! Tens of Thousands of Human Lives!! All because you speak these words here!"

Zheng Tianxiong's voice now carries a Crying tone.

Because that existence that has slept in the earth for Ten Thousand years is now awakening.

Both roar simultaneously, their voices overlapping in the night sky, echoing across the entire Yunding Secret Realm. Hundreds of martial artists on the ground stand frozen like wooden chickens.

Jiang Feng stands in the void, watching the two.

He says nothing, not even a change in expression.

But deep within his eyes, a light flashes briefly.

He already doesn't need Xie Qingxue to say anything.

Zheng Tianxiong and Jun Aoshan's reaction is the best evidence.

What they fear is not legends, not dossiers, but a truly existing existence.

It is an existence they have seen with their own eyes and personally experienced its horror. It is an existence that makes them rather endure a fear deeper than death, and they dare not utter its name.

Jiang Feng slowly withdrew his gaze, his back straighter than before.

Then he moved.

He stepped down from the void and approached Xie Zhennan.

Xie Zhennan lay paralyzed among the broken stones, his sealed tendons preventing even a single finger from moving.

Yet his eyes could move. In those cloudy old eyes, at this moment, were only complex emotions.

And something indescribable.

Jiang Feng lowered his head and looked at him for a breath.

Then he lifted his foot and kicked Xie Zhennan's chest.

The force of that kick was still enough to launch Xie Zhennan's whole body out of the broken stones, soaring through dozens of zhang of night sky like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily against a distant Mountain wall and carving a humanoid dent.

Xie Qingxue suddenly turned her head, as if to say something.

But she saw Jiang Feng's gaze. That gaze told her: shut up. She closed her mouth.

Jiang Feng withdrew his foot, turned and walked toward another direction.

Lin Qinghan had been standing at the edge of the Crowd.

Jiang Feng walked to her, stopped. The two faced each other, less than three feet apart.

The night wind passed between the two.

Lin Qinghan lifted her head and looked at him. She said nothing, just stared.

Jiang Feng also looked at her, for two breaths.

Then he extended his hand and grasped her hand.

That hand was cold, cold as if just taken from an ice cellar. Yet the moment Jiang Feng held it, its temperature suddenly began to rise.

"Jiang Feng…"

Lin Qinghan's voice was soft, with a hint of trembling.

Jiang Feng gave no reply.

He simply clenched that hand, then spoke.

"This matter."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Xie Zhennan lying on the Mountain wall, over Zheng Tianxiong and Jun Aoshan trembling in the night sky, and over the entire Yunding Secret Realm slowly awakening deep underground.

"I will verify it myself."

After speaking, he pulled Lin Qinghan's hand and walked north without looking back.

There is the exact center of Xie Family City, the direction where the underground power is most concentrated.

The night wind made their robes rustle, and the moonlight stretched their shadows long and long, extending all the way to Xie Qingxue's feet.

Xie Qingxue stood in place, watching the silhouette receding farther, her heart clenched as if something had squeezed it hard.

"No, don't go There!"

She seemed to instantly understand what Jiang Feng intended, shouting in Shock.

But Jiang Feng's figure had vanished in an instant.