"What?"
Yang Qingfeng and the others were dumbfounded. "Sun Qinglu, what are you talking about? Let him go on a killing spree? Do you really think this kid is some peerless master?"
Sun Qinglu said nothing, then suddenly knelt before Qin Yexuan.
Qin Yexuan smiled faintly. "I am indeed going on a killing spree today, but it has nothing to do with you. Killing them is merely my hobby."
Yang Qingfeng couldn't stand it and grunted, "Changyunzi, go and eliminate him."
Changyunzi was one of the rare sword cultivators of Qingniu Temple. With his Cangyun Sword, he had once fought against four sides and swept through the entire venue at the Daoist Assembly.
He sneered, thinking it beneath him.
Suddenly, a long sword shot out from behind him, carrying a chilling aura.
The other Daoists cheered, standing aside to watch the spectacle with indifference.
Qin Yexuan pulled Sun Qinglu behind him. With a flash of his eyes, his left hand moved as if plucking a flower. His index finger carried a Vajra force, the foremost hand seal of Buddhism, the Immovable Wisdom King Seal!
Changyunzi gripped his Cangyun Sword and didn't even blink. He started with the simplest move, "Spring Breeze Brushing the Willow."
Daoist swordsmanship was known for its elegance and grace. His move was like a spring breeze caressing the face, with hidden killing intent. Everyone was clapping, ready to applaud, when they suddenly heard a crisp sound. Changyunzi's expression turned extremely strange, his whole body trembled, and he looked down at his sword.
The Cangyun Sword snapped like paper. The remaining broken pieces of the sword then exploded, scattering with a bang.
Changyunzi shrieked as the shattered sword fragments pierced him all over.
He retreated continuously, but Qin Yexuan had already appeared before him. His left hand maintained the Immovable Wisdom King Seal, while his right hand simultaneously executed the Treasure Vase Seal.
Before Changyunzi could even let out a scream, he collapsed on the spot, his cultivation turning to dust.
Qin Yexuan remained still, leaving afterimages as he appeared before the loudest and most aggressive of the fat Daoists.
"You?!" The fat Daoist's eyes widened.
Qin Yexuan's left hand shifted its seal, while his right thumb pointed upwards. Both hands simultaneously formed the Lion Seal.
The Outer Lion Seal specialized in breaking Daoist protective talismans, while the Inner Lion Seal was for controlling consciousness.
The fat Daoist's body was instantly covered in exploding protective runes. His vision went black, and he saw all sorts of hallucinations. Yang Qingfeng and the others in front of him turned into demons and monsters.
He roared and unleashed his palm lightning, charging desperately towards Yang Qingfeng.
Yang Qingfeng was greatly alarmed. This Junior Brother Wu was already a master of lightning techniques, and now he was charging at him desperately. He had to exert his full strength to resist.
The two sides clashed rapidly, leaving everyone else stunned.
What in the world had happened?
They heard the fat Daoist's continuous roars, followed by a thunderous explosion. Yang Qingfeng looked with horror at his scorched left arm, burned by the palm lightning. The Junior Brother Wu had a finger thrust into his forehead, his mouth full of blood, and he lay motionless on the ground.
"What, what kind of evil sorcery is this?" Yang Qingfeng shrieked.
Qin Yexuan smiled faintly. "You don't recognize the great hand seals of Buddhism and Daoism? It's just the Lion Seal."
Yang Qingfeng's heart trembled.
Could it be one of the most powerful techniques that integrated Buddhist and Daoist disciplines, the Nine Great Hand Seals of Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang?
He retreated repeatedly.
Qin Yexuan moved again, his hands constantly changing hand seals.
From the Great Vajra Seal to the Lotus Seal, from the Great Sun Tathagata Seal to the Wisdom Treasure Seal.
To be able to perform even one of the Nine Great Hand Seals was the mark of a top master. Yet, he performed them simultaneously with both hands, combining them to form a technique no one had ever seen.
Wherever Qin Yexuan went, no one could resist even a single move.
When he once again stood before Yang Qingfeng, only three people remained on the scene.
The woman in red, with her deep cunning, had been hiding behind Yang Qingfeng since the beginning and was thus unharmed.
But her arrogant demeanor was gone. Her legs were clamped together, and she had, to her horror, urinated herself.
Qin Yexuan's speed and ruthlessness were beyond even Sun Qinglu's imagination.
Dozens of top experts from Qingniu Temple, the elite of the Daoist sect, all lay dead in the deserted temple.
Yang Qingfeng finally lost the demeanor of a Daoist master. His eyes darted around as he pleaded, "I was blind and couldn't recognize your greatness. My eyes are low, and I judged you wrongly. Senior, Senior, please spare me. You don't want to fight the entire Daoist sect, do you?"
Qin Yexuan laughed to the heavens. "I do. I want to fight the scum of both Buddhism and Daoism. Buddhism has eminent monks, and Daoism has immortals, but they wander the world and never bother with these trivial worldly affairs. The so-called Daoist sect you have now, I see them all as a bunch of degenerates."
Yang Qingfeng gritted his teeth and suddenly grabbed the woman in red behind him, throwing her desperately at Qin Yexuan.
He used this opportunity to frantically charge towards the main entrance.
The woman in red looked on with despair and shock as she was uncontrollably thrown in front of Qin Yexuan.
Qin Yexuan raised his right hand and flicked his index finger from a distance.
The air crackled with explosive sounds, like winter thunder or autumn gales.
Yang Qingfeng, who was escaping, cried out and collapsed at the door, twenty-odd bloody holes appearing on his back.
His eyes bulged out.
The woman in red trembled all over, this time completely losing control of her bladder.
Qin Yexuan bent down to look at her. In his eyes, as deep as the sea, was an indescribable void.
The woman in red adopted her most alluring posture, swaying her head and body. "Senior, Senior, you are a man, surely you won't kill a pitiful little woman like me?"
With a bang, Qin Yexuan unhesitatingly slapped her on top of the head.
"Sorry, you're too old, and you disgust me. Little woman? That's hilarious."
The scene became even quieter.
The old Daoist priest lying on the ground had long been petrified. Sun Qinglu, kneeling on the ground, had a calm expression, looking at the dead garbage with contempt.
Only at the main entrance, Yang Qingfeng was still groaning.
Qin Yexuan slowly walked over.
Yang Qingfeng rolled over, his eyes filled with extreme fear. "You, who are you exactly? With such strength, you can, you can crush all of Daoism and Buddhism. Yet, I've never heard your name."
Qin Yexuan's lips curved. "My name is known to all, but whether anyone can speak it, I am the Heavenly Dao."
His words left Yang Qingfeng and the others dumbfounded.
Qin Yexuan slowly raised his hand and pointed directly at the sky.
Instantly, above this small Daoist temple, in that narrow space, a swirling vortex of clouds appeared.
The vortex was composed purely of spiritual energy, with a central, eye-like opening that was slowly opening.
"You don't believe in the 'shattering of the void,' do you? Then see with your own eyes what this 'heaven beyond heaven' truly is!"
Qin Yexuan's low voice was in their ears.
The small vortex had opened its central eye, revealing an endless, dark void.
Yang Qingfeng knew that this eye was the path to shattered enlightenment that countless cultivators dreamed of.
He widened his eyes, staring intently into the void.
The darkness swallowed him downwards.
"Understand? This is the heaven beyond heaven, the secret at the end of the void."
Yang Qingfeng relaxed his body and let out his last breath.
What 'shattering of the void' was no longer important. Before his death, he had understood: from the moment Qin Yexuan entered this Daoist temple, everyone's fate was sealed – the path of death.
The eye in the void closed, and all the clouds and vortices vanished without a trace.
Sun Qinglu and the old Daoist priest rubbed their eyes, still unsure if what had just happened was real or an illusion.