Chapter 61: Ruthless Chen Zheng, Overbearing Fang Qingxue!

Jiang Lingkong knelt, and the vast Heaven Punishment Platform square fell into silence along with it.

The falling needle could be heard!

At this moment, everyone wore the same expression, mouths agape, staring dumbly at the demon‑god‑like Chen Zheng on the Heaven Punishment Platform, stunned into speechlessness.

No one dared to believe what was happening before their eyes.

How could Jiang Lingkong, who had already attained Shentong Fourth Stage Yin‑Yang Realm and was so arrogant, be so easily defeated by Chen Zheng, who was only at Shentong Second Stage?

How could this be?

It must be known that the difference in both quantity and quality of magical power between each Shentong stage adds up to roughly tenfold.

Two stages, about a hundredfold!

It is like the difference between a tiger and a rabbit.

The gap in strength is too huge.

Yet now, everyone witnessed a rabbit crushing a tiger.

Who would dare to believe?

"Brother Jiang could never lose to him, impossible…"

A hoarse low growl broke the quiet, waking many as if they were dreaming.

It was Cang Baizi.

His face was as pale as paper; he fell to the ground, trembling his lips and repeatedly uttering "Impossible".

He placed his hope for revenge on Jiang Lingkong.

Jiang Lingkong was utterly defeated, causing him to be unable to bear the blow and instantly lose all strength.

Jin Shitai fared no better; his face turned completely bloodless, his whole body could not help but shiver.

Chen Zheng, unbelievably powerful to this degree.

He was frightened.

An indescribable fear filled his heart.

"You wretched sinner."

A huge hand grasped the only arm of Jin Shitai—it was Jin Rilie.

His expression was as gloomy as water; he roared a telepathic shout at Jin Shitai and dragged him away.

This rebellious son had provoked someone as formidable as Chen Zheng.

Simply stupid beyond cure!

Jin Rilie is at Shentong Wu Chong Celestial Being Realm.

Based on Chen Zheng's development trend, he is expected to surpass him in three to five years.

By then, how will father and son resist this person?

If this place weren't so crowded, Jin Rilie would have to give Jin Shitai a hard slap.

"Junior Brother Chen really won, a great victory! Perhaps he is the next Hua Tian Du."

Jia Lan inhaled deeply, striving to calm the raging turmoil within his heart.

"We were all wrong."

"Junior Brother Chen… Brother's strength is beyond anything we could imagine."

Ye Piaoling and other women, Ma, Elder Zhou and others murmured, some self‑deprecating, some amazed.

And inside the Heaven Punishment Hall, it was also quiet.

All the Grand Elders fell into a daze.

Especially an old man with a stern face, who pulled a tuft of white beard from under his chin.

Even the Heaven Punishment Elder, a timeless giant, was briefly stunned.

Chen Zheng's crushing of Jiang Lingkong was a far greater contrast to what they had expected.

Yet the Grand Elders, whose minds surpass ordinary people, instantly recovered, shaking their heads with wry smiles.

"Chen Zheng's magical power exceeds five thousand horses, and its quality is terrifyingly high; it is something I have rarely seen in my life. However, his defeat of Jiang Lingkong must be due to that black‑red robe he wears."

The Elder of Transmitting Skills' exclamation first broke the silence, directly pointing to the essence of this battle.

"Indeed so."

Tian Gong and the other Grand Elders also had sharp eyes, saw the key point, and all nodded in agreement.

What puzzled the Elders was what kind of Shentong that black‑red robe of Chen Zheng actually was.

They had never seen it before.

Something so powerful would not remain unknown.

The Heaven Punishment Elder frowned, thought for a moment, and solemnly said: "It should be a rare Demonic Cultivation, which when activated forms a peculiar force field centered on the user, suppressing the opponent, especially effective against those who excel in evasion speed; it is a domain of its own."

"What?"

All the Elders were shocked, looking at the Heaven Punishment Elder with incredulous eyes. His single speech seemed more shocking than the battle's outcome.

Because a domain is a prototype of a world.

All the Elders present, including the highest‑ranked Heaven Punishment Elder, have not yet formed a domain.

Only when a cultivator reaches the peak of Longevity First Stage can they begin to comprehend the mysteries of a domain.

Releasing a domain against an enemy is something only a Longevity Second Stage cultivator can achieve.

Yet Chen Zheng is only at Shentong Second Stage now, ten major realms away from Longevity Second Stage; how could he possibly have formed a domain?

Unbelievable!

It completely overturned the Elders' worldview, grinding the iron law of cultivation to the ground.

While the Elders were stunned by the "domain", Chen Zheng on the Heaven Punishment Platform was not idle; he had already reached out and placed his hand atop Jiang Lingkong's head.

Flames surged from his hand, a vast inferno like the never‑extinguishing underworld fire, enveloping Jiang Lingkong completely.

The flames burned fiercely.

"Ah—ah—ah! Help… Spare me… Please, give me a quick end… Ah…"

This novel you to.

Within the flames, Jiang Lingkong let out hysterical wails, struggling madly, to no avail.

Everyone in the audience felt a chill down their spines, leapt back wildly, fearing the flames would touch them.

Cang Baizi was so frightened that he collapsed limp.

Even those familiar with Jia Lan and Chen Zheng, their faces turned pale, instinctively stepping back a pace.

In the raging fire, Jiang Lingkong's body was like a candle; his nose, eyes, ears, skin, even the celestial cold‑steel Qi within him were melting at a terrifying speed, enduring unimaginable pain.

Chen Zheng, to actually use Demonic Cultivation to refine Jiang Lingkong to death!

It was terrifying.

It was also ruthless.

The crowd fell silent, speechless.

The Heavenly Punishment Hall fell silent.

"Hold on!"

Suddenly, a commanding shout rang out, shaking heaven and earth.

Then everyone saw a figure soaring across the distant sky, arriving in an instant.

It was a young man, expression stern, eyes like a cold abyss, his robe embroidered with numerous magnificent palaces, vivid as if the halls of the gods themselves.

"Senior Brother Wan Luo!"

At the sight of the man, everyone's expressions hardened and they bowed in salute.

"Wan Luo Senior Brother, you must intervene for me!"

Cang Baizi, who had collapsed, leapt up with joy, hurried over.

The suddenly appearing man was none other than Wan Luo, one of the five true transmissions of the sect.

Wan Luo ignored the crowd and Cang Baizi, turned to Chen Zheng, who had not paused despite the shout, and said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Chen, your crossing the boundary to fight is a fortunate event for our Feather Ascension Sect. But why must brothers kill each other? As the victor, you should be magnanimous. Give me face today and stop."

Chen Zheng didn't even glance at Wan Luo, his expression remained cold, and he spat out coldly: "Get lost."

"……"

The whole venue was stunned.

No one expected Chen Zheng to rebuke Wan Luo.

How dare he?

"How bold!"

Wan Luo's face darkened instantly, his dark pupils fixed on Chen Zheng, seeming ready to spring.

A sudden invisible pressure filled the arena, crushing everyone's breath as if before a storm.

Chen Zheng, as if nothing, had already refined Jiang Lingkong to death in an instant, and absorbed the flames and Jiang Lingkong's essence into his own body.

In this Feather Ascension Heavenly Palace, even if Wan Luo were given a hundred chances, he would not dare to act against him.

Numerous Great Thus we have Title: Elder would immediately step forward to teach Wan Luo a lesson.

But contrary to Chen Zheng's expectation, before the Great Thus we have Title: Elder appeared, a massive talisman covered with lightning inscriptions and thunder characters suddenly flew from the horizon, hovering over everyone's heads, blocking the great sunlight, casting a vast area of darkness.

Boom—, Boom—boom!

The crowd gasped, looking up to see the massive talisman crackling with lightning, thunder splitting the sky, explosions roaring, as if a terrifying Thunder God were about to annihilate the world.

"Wan Luo, try moving."

From the talisman came a female voice as cold as ten‑thousand‑year ice.

(End of chapter)