He was invincible from the beginning of the Heaven-Covering Era.

In his view, this battle would be extremely intense, lasting for days and nights, and would be the opening battle of this golden age!

On a mountain peak, a man appeared and disappeared in the void, like a demon god.

This is Qi Lin, the Southern Demon, with a dignified bearing, thick black hair, and deep eyes: "In another three or four years, I may well be able to fight you."

Qi Lin looked at Wang Teng, who was freely venting his aura, and felt unconvinced, but he had to admit that he was indeed four or five minor realms behind Wang Teng.

However, he was also very confident, believing that if it were a battle between equals, he would be no weaker than anyone else, the only difference being time.

Inside another mountain peak, the Central Emperor, who was in seclusion, opened his eyes and showed a look of surprise: "I thought that I would be the first to fight against this Northern Emperor of the present day. After all, I have never seen such cultivation in anyone else in the Qishi Mansion. But now someone has made Wang Teng so serious. I am very curious and it is worth going out to see."

Outside, the majestic figure of the Emperor appeared in the air, like the rebirth of an ancient sage emperor, incomparably majestic, yet upright and peaceful, possessing both the virtue of a sage and the majesty of an emperor.

"The Central Emperor! He's here too! As expected, this is a battle of unparalleled geniuses in this era, and even the Central Emperor has been alarmed." People exclaimed in surprise upon spotting the Central Emperor.

Everyone was looking forward to this battle. Looking at Wang Teng, who was full of imposing momentum and whose brilliance overwhelmed the heavens and earth, and Zhou Qing, who stood still and seemed to be taking this battle seriously, everyone's emotions were like the surging tide, fluctuating with tension and anticipation.

Zhou Qing looked at Wang Teng with a calm expression, as if he were looking at a naughty child who was always trying to cause trouble and deserved a beating.

"Zhou Qing, today I'm going to show you what kind of hell I've gone through these past ten years in order to defeat you!" Wang Teng's expression was extremely ferocious.

A black battle axe symbol suddenly appeared between his brows, emitting a ghostly light, containing a hellish scene.

Among them was Wang Teng, walking on a road paved with blood.

His clothes were tattered, and his body was torn and bloodied.

Before long, a figure appeared ahead and engaged him in fierce combat, leaving him severely wounded and on the verge of death.

"Those were terrifying enemies that the Great Emperor of Chaos once faced. For more than a decade, I have fought against one enemy after another. If it weren't for the time limit on their appearances, I would have died hundreds of times over. In these hellish days, the only belief that keeps me alive is revenge!"

Wang Teng spoke in a low, hoarse voice, like a wild beast growling.

He had to get these stories out, because they had been bottled up inside him for too long and needed to be released.

Wang Teng roared and finally made his move, unleashing his full power right here in the Qishi Mansion.

"Young friend, this battle was started by you. Don't let it affect me. This old man can't bear it." The old manor lord's voice rang in his ears.

"Don't worry, what Wang Teng? He's just like a child, so stubborn. A good beating will fix him," Zhou Qing replied.

A single, glistening black strand of hair fell from his hair. He opened his mouth and blew, and instantly a fierce wind surged through the world, causing the trees for thousands of miles around to rustle incessantly.

Wang Teng held the imperial seal in his hand, as if an ancient emperor had been resurrected, his divine power overwhelming. Everyone believed that this would be the most domineering and unparalleled attack.

"call"

A strand of hair was blown by the strong wind and landed on him.

Wang Teng's confident expression instantly vanished. His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out.

The next moment, his body was sent flying horizontally, crashing into the sky, and a mouthful of blood splattered across the heavens.

He felt that this single strand of hair was many times heavier than a mountain, and he simply couldn't catch it!

A series of cracking sounds rang out, startling the onlookers.

"What happened? Wang Teng, currently the strongest prodigy, was defeated by a single strand of hair?"

Chapter 256 The Worldviews of the Disciples of the Qishi Mansion Shattered

Qishi Mansion is the most peculiar existence in Zhongzhou. It is neither a major sect nor an ancient kingdom. Most of the time, Qishi Mansion is sparsely populated. It only becomes lively once every ten thousand years when Qishi Mansion recruits disciples from the five regions of the world.

Throughout history, the number of disciples in the Qishi Mansion has never exceeded eight hundred, and at its lowest, it has only reached five hundred. This generation is considered relatively strong, with a total of seven hundred and twenty-two disciples.

As for why there are two more people than in the original timeline, it's because Ye Fan and Pang Bo have been added.

These 722 people are all outstanding figures among the younger generation; calling them saintly figures would be an understatement.

During the month of recruiting disciples, more than 10,000 people flocked to the place every day, and a total of more than 300,000 people tried to enter the Qishi Mansion in a month, but very few people stayed.

Many holy sons and daughters were no match for them, and were defeated decisively, leaving in despair.

Anyone who can enter the Qishi Mansion is an outstanding individual among outstanding individuals, a king among kings.

It is safe to say that, a hundred or two hundred years from now, the people who will rule the world will definitely be this group of people!

But these outstanding young people, who all claim to be geniuses with extraordinary talent, are dumbfounded by what they are seeing.

Some people rubbed their eyes, thinking they were seeing things, but when they looked at the sky, the figure that was scattering blood flowers was still flying.

It's all true!

"How is this possible? This prodigy from the Northern Plains, whom almost everyone in the entire Qishi Mansion avoids when they see him, has now been defeated by a single strand of hair?" the man murmured, completely dumbfounded.

"Big brother!" Wang Chong cried out in sorrow as he rushed toward the direction Wang Tengfei had gone.

Emperor Xiang Yufei's calm expression suddenly changed, his eyes fixed on Zhou Qing, who stood motionless, as if trying to see through everything about him.

"He's severed the Dao? No, it can't be just a King. Even a King wouldn't have this kind of strength. With Wang Teng's combat power, ordinary Dao-severers wouldn't be his match. Even a King couldn't defeat him with just a single hair."

"Could it be... that he has become a saint?!" Emperor Zhonghuang Xiang Yufei's expression changed drastically. The thought of this terrifying outcome made even him feel that it was unreal.

No one could remain calm. Looking at the man with a calm expression, deep eyes, and an aura of awe in every gesture, everyone felt that the world was somewhat unreal.

At this point, among the geniuses of the Five Regions, those who could still analyze the battle situation normally were either prodigies like Zhonghuang Nanyao or those from the Eastern Wilderness.

Ji Haoyue, Ji Ziyue, Yaoguang, and Zixia were also shocked, but they also had a feeling that it was as if it should have been.

“Eight years have passed, and the gap between us has not only not narrowed, but has widened.” Ji Haoyue took a deep breath, feeling a sense of powerlessness.

Back when he first heard of this person's reputation, he thought about catching up with him, but later this person's progress became faster and faster, and in just a few years he was able to defeat powerful beings and fight against holy lords.

Even when their Ji family patriarch went to the Tai Xuan Sect to demand the return of Zhuofeng,

Obstructed by this man, she chose to step back.

"Does such a person really exist in this world? Breaking through realms is as easy as eating and drinking, and there is no sign that the deeper one's cultivation, the slower one's progress becomes. Who else can rival such a person?" Ji Haoyue felt bitter inside, her aura plummeted, and she seemed somewhat disheartened.

"Brother, don't be discouraged. You will become a Great God King sooner or later. You don't need to care about gains and losses in this short time." Ji Ziyue looked at her brother with worry. Usually lively and clever, she was helpless in the face of this situation.

Because a gap is a gap, and it can't be bridged by a few words of comfort.

She could only try to make her brother face reality and think about his potential. After all, with the brilliant Jiang Shenwang as a precedent, her brother could find a different target to compare himself to. Comparing himself to the God Lord would only lead to unnecessary setbacks.

Yao Guang looked at Zhou Qing with a deep gaze, thinking to himself, "Over the years, I've always felt that there's an invisible hand behind the Ruthless Clan, controlling both the Ruthless Clan and everything in the Yao Guang Holy Land. Could this invisible hand be him?"

Zixia, who was born with a special Dao fetus, was trembling slightly. She lowered her head, and beads of cold sweat trickled down her jade-like face.

Throughout the entire Qishi Mansion, even Emperor Xiang Yufei might not have had as clear a perception of Zhou Qing's terror as she did.

She didn't need to guess whether Zhou Qing was a saint or not, because the moment Zhou Qing made his move, she could clearly feel the terrifying power of the Great Dao.

In her perception, Zhou Qing's figure was infinitely tall and majestic. When facing him, she found it harder to resist the feeling of worship than anyone else here.

That is not submission, but a return to the Great Way, a journey to the other shore, a bright future for oneself, and a supreme faith.

There was a voice in her heart telling her that she didn't need to resist, that she only needed to obediently surrender to His embrace and she would naturally embrace the light.

Under such terrifying suppression, let alone fighting Zhou Qing, even wanting to make a move was a luxury. Even resisting the call in one's heart had already exhausted all one's strength.

Beside her was a large black dog, anxiously watching Zixia, pacing back and forth, muttering curses under its breath: "Damn it, what's wrong with this kid? His physique never had this kind of suppressive power before. Could it be that his physique is still sublimating step by step after his cultivation level has improved?"

It quickly took out some array materials, inscribed a Heaven-Deceiving Array Pattern of the Great Emperor Wushi, and placed it on Zixia's body, which stopped Zixia's trembling.

"Big Black Dog, thank you so much this time." Zixia's eyes revealed gratitude.

"Zixia, you must always keep this formation with you. Activate it immediately whenever you encounter Zhou Qing, without hesitation," the Black Emperor said solemnly.

Zixia knew the necessity of this matter and immediately agreed.

At this moment, after being knocked away, Wang Teng landed on the mountainside of a distant mountain peak, blood gushing from his mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He braced himself on the ground with both hands, trying with all his might to stand up, but his arms trembled and his body...

After rising less than an inch, it crashed down again, spitting out another large spray of blood.

And the root of all this comes from that single strand of hair on his chest.

It was jet black, crystal clear, spotless, flawless, and extremely beautiful, yet it had him firmly pinned down here, unable to move an inch.

"Ah!" Wang Teng roared, like a wounded wolf, trying his best to prove that he was still strong.

But the people of Qishi Mansion felt a strange sadness.

Wang Teng's emotional outburst before the battle was still fresh in everyone's minds.

This is the result of his more than ten years of hard work, his hundreds of near-death experiences in his cultivation.

Instead of seeking revenge, he was suppressed again in an even more humiliating way.

Zhou Qing looked calmly at Wang Teng, who was lying there unable to move, but a hint of surprise was in his heart.

He had controlled his strength perfectly, and in theory, he should have knocked Wang Teng unconscious. But now, not only had Wang Teng not fainted, he still had the strength to struggle.

"Wearing a king's armor? It seems that even after losing the Chaotic Ancient Sword and the Chaotic Ancient Chariot, your luck hasn't diminished. You've acquired many new treasures in the years that followed." Zhou Qing's voice slowly echoed throughout the world.

Upon hearing his words, Wang Teng's roar grew even stronger. In his desperate struggle, blood flowed from all seven orifices, and blood seeped from every inch of his skin, making him almost a blood-soaked figure.

Wang Chong cried loudly beside him, trying to help him lift the strand of hair, but even with their combined efforts, it was still no use.

Wang Chong's Dragon Transformation Realm strength was of negligible help to Wang Teng.

Zhou Qing no longer wanted to talk to Wang Teng. After saying his last words to him, he treated him like air and never looked at him again.

"God Lord!" "God Lord!"

Two figures ran out from the crowd, landed next to Zhou Qing, and saluted.

"Ye Fan, Pang Bo, it seems your cultivation hasn't declined during the years I was away. One of you has reached the seventh stage of Dragon Transformation, and the other has reached the third stage. That's quite impressive." Zhou Qing nodded in satisfaction.

"Thanks to the guidance of the Zhou family elders and their generous provision of resources," Ye Fan said gratefully.

"I came to Qishi Mansion this time to take the two of you back. From now on, I will personally teach you your cultivation. Qishi Mansion is of no use to you for the time being," Zhou Qing said.

"May I ask, Lord God, what realm are you at now?" Pang Bo asked cautiously.

Today, he is no longer the ignorant mortal he once was.

He used to be able to say things like, "Can we also become like God?", but now he can't say them anymore.

Only after truly embarking on the path of cultivation did he clearly realize just how terrifying the God Lord of that time was, who had defeated various powerful figures at the age of seventeen and was comparable to the most top-tier Holy Lord.

Even Xiang Yufei, the man from Qishi Mansion who has shocked the world and has lived since nine thousand years ago, and who is now known as the Central Emperor, is still far inferior to the God of that time.

Within the entire Qishi Mansion, Ye Fan and Pang Bo were the two most dismissive of Wang Teng's challenge.