Chapter 792 Still Not Coming Out

Zhi Rui Zhen felt enveloped by an oppressive, suffocating power, and then...

And then there was no then, Zhi Rui Zhen hadn't even had the chance to "enjoy" the feeling of fear. He passed away naturally and peacefully, without any time to react.

*Poof...*

*Bang...*

Like a kite with a broken string, Zhi Rui Zhen was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the stage, his life extinguished.

Any normal person could tell he was dead.

The moment a person dies, their aura vanishes instantly, and that's precisely what happened to Zhi Rui Zhen.

He felt Xia Feng hadn't even made a move, merely swatting him away like a fly, with a sense of distaste, but a necessary action, nonetheless.

And the fly was dead.

With a casual wave of his hand, he had killed a super-expert at the late Saint Venerable stage.

In everyone's eyes, a late Saint Venerable was infinitely close to invincible. At least, in their eyes, Saint Venerable experts were the embodiment of invincibility.

And such a person, who might be considered high and mighty among them, was, in Xia Feng's presence, less than an ant, perhaps even an insult to ants.

The entire scene fell silent. Everyone's eyes were wide open, as if they had forgotten to breathe.

Especially Gong Yu Jing Han. Her eyes were wide open (⊙o⊙). At this moment, she recalled Xia Feng's words to her earlier: as long as he was willing, no one could force her.

Back then, she thought Xia Feng was bragging, merely trying to comfort her with kind words. She had never taken it seriously.

Now that such an event was unfolding before her eyes, she was so shocked her legs clamped together, her entire body trembling.

Perhaps it was fear, perhaps it was excitement, or perhaps it was the hope that Xia Feng could truly save her.

She herself wasn't sure what was going on in her heart.

The moment Xia Feng made his move, Xing Yong Nian sensed Xia Feng's strength. He finally reacted, shouting in alarm:

"Grand Perfection Saint Emperor."

Grand Perfection Saint Emperor???

Xing Yong Nian's voice resounded throughout the City Lord's Mansion, deafening everyone.

They heard him clearly. Xing Yong Nian had said Grand Perfection Saint Emperor.

Grand Perfection Saint Emperor, what kind of existence was that?

It was an existence beyond imagination. Let alone seeing one, they had never even heard of it.

This term seemed to have become taboo, something no one dared to mention.

Because early-stage Saint Emperors were universally acknowledged as the strongest in the Saint Realm, the appearance of a Grand Perfection Saint Emperor had caused the timid to faint on the spot.

They themselves had never imagined they would one day encounter a Grand Perfection Saint Emperor, let alone one so close.

Those who had initially supported Zhi Rui Zhen, urged him to kill Xia Feng, and called Xia Feng a spy, all fainted from fear.

Zhi Rui Zhen, in front of Xia Feng, was someone who could be killed with a mere wave of the hand. What were these people?

They were nothing.

Therefore, when Xing Yong Nian announced Xia Feng's realm, they could no longer endure it and fainted, some even dying on the spot from sheer terror.

In his panic, Xing Yong Nian finally reacted, looking at Xia Feng, he knelt on the ground:

"Mercy, Saint Emperor. I have offended you, and my sins are unforgivable."

Xing Yong Nian knelt and begged for mercy without hesitation.

He knew very well that if Xia Feng wanted to kill him, it would be as simple as crushing an ant.

The strength of a Saint Emperor represented a qualitative leap, an insurmountable chasm.

The moment Xia Feng made his move, he knew better than anyone that Xia Feng could kill him like swatting a dog.

Amidst the fear and tension, he was filled with confusion. Since when were there Grand Perfection Saint Emperors? And why were they so young?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, if he hadn't witnessed Zhi Rui Zhen's tragic death before him, he wouldn't have believed such a fact.

Belief or disbelief aside, Xing Yong Nian knew it was real.

Xia Feng ignored him, instead looking eastward and shouting:

"Aren't you coming out yet? How long do you plan to peek?"