I, the Chaotic Being, began my path to enlightenment in a brothel!

Everyone stared in disbelief and hurriedly looked over.

A huge crater, resembling a meteorite, was smashed into the bluestone ground.

A figure covered in blood lay at the bottom of the pit.

He seemed to have suffered an unprecedented blow, his breath was extremely weak.

Its body was covered with deep, bone-revealing bloodstains, as fragile as glass that would shatter at the slightest touch.

Even his Heavenly Rank Spirit Sword fell to the side of the pit not far away.

Did Wang Long lose?

The top disciple of the inner sect actually lost!

"Impossible! My brother could never lose to you!"

Wang Qing'er shook her head repeatedly, her face full of disbelief.

Zhou Tiangu and the others were equally horrified, frozen in place.

Even Gu Niantong, who was usually so aloof, couldn't maintain his composure any longer.

"Lin Feng...won?"

Zi Yun's voice was hoarse as she spoke with difficulty.

"After taking the Berserk Pill, Wang Long's cultivation had reached the peak of the seventh level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, but he still lost to Lin Feng."

Elder Zhu was also filled with shock, muttering, "The potential of the Chaos Body is truly incredible."

The other disciples were stunned, their minds blank.

A Foundation Establishment Stage 7 cultivator was defeated by a Foundation Establishment Stage 2 cultivator?

This result left them feeling somewhat bewildered.

Is there truly an unparalleled genius who can slay an opponent across five minor realms?

If that's the case, what's the point of their arduous cultivation and the cultivation level they yearn for?

Above the clouds, in that ethereal pavilion.

Murong Xue breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Father, he really did it."

"As expected." Murong Yan stroked his beard and chuckled.

"Tap tap tap..."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lin Feng slowly walked up to Wang Long.

He then stepped on Wang Long's head, his tone calm and even: "Wang Long, you've lost."

"You bastard! How dare you humiliate me like this! I'll tear you to pieces!"

Wang Long's eyes were practically spitting fire, his face contorted with malice and hatred, his overwhelming killing intent almost solidifying into a tangible form.

Since he became a disciple of Gu Niantong, he had never suffered such a humiliation.

"Snap!"

Lin Feng remained expressionless and suddenly exerted force with his feet.

Wang Long's head was stomped into the ground, half of his facial bones shattered inch by inch, leaving a bloody mess.

Only then did everyone recover from their extreme shock and turn to look at Lin Feng.

Zhou Tiangu stepped forward, adopting a righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor: "Lin Feng, although this is a life-or-death battle, we are from the same sect. Why must we really fight to the death? Quickly release Senior Brother Wang!"

Wang Hao also said in a deep voice, "That's right! Although you and Senior Brother Wang have old grudges, things have come to this point, why hold onto them? We cultivators should be broad-minded and not hold grudges."

"Let my brother go!"

Wang Qing'er also screamed.

"I refuse to accept this! Lin Feng, if you have the guts, let me go. We'll fight again the next day, and I'll tear you to pieces!" Wang Long spat out blood and shouted like a madman.

"Bang!"

This time, Lin Feng increased the force of his foot, stomping his entire body into the bluestone slab.

His body was sunk nearly a foot into the ground.

Wang Long let out a shrill scream as all the bones in his limbs shattered, and even his dantian was nearly crushed by a single stomp.

"How dare you!"

Gu Niantong's expression changed drastically, and he angrily rebuked, "Lin Feng, Wang Long is already powerless to fight back. Why are you so determined to kill him?"

"We're fellow disciples, yet you used such cruel methods. With such a brutal nature, how can the sect tolerate you in the future?"

Seeing his most beloved disciple beaten to this state, his heart was bleeding.

"To exterminate them all?"

Lin Feng was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

The laughter was tinged with sorrow and desolation; every word resonated powerfully.

"When my dantian was destroyed, why didn't you stand up for justice?"

"When I was banished to the Pleasure Pavilion, why didn't you, Elder Gu, say a word of 'forgive and forget'?"

The questions left Wang Qing'er, Zhou Tiangu, and the others speechless.

Gu Niantong's old face turned pale and then flushed, before he suddenly roared, "Lin Feng, as the Grand Elder, I order you to release him immediately!"

"Lin Feng, if you have the guts, stomp me to death! Otherwise, if I live, I will surely destroy your dantian and sever all your meridians one day!"

Lying in a pool of blood, Wang Long barely managed to lift his head, roaring madly, his eyes filled with resentment and curses.

He lost to Lin Feng in front of everyone, especially in front of Murong Xue.

For him, it was worse than death.

"Don't worry, I will grant your wish."

Lin Feng spoke calmly, then suddenly raised his right foot.

Upon seeing this, Gu Niantong's pupils shrank sharply. Although he did not utter a sound, a faint stream of light quietly seeped into the ground and attacked Lin Feng!

Just as Lin Feng was about to crush Wang Long's head with one foot, a chilling sense of crisis suddenly swept over him.

It was as if he would die and vanish at any moment!

Before he could react, a wisp of cloud suddenly descended from the pavilion in the clouds.

The clouds arrived first, reaching Lin Feng's feet in an instant and disappearing deep into the soil.

"Bang!"

A muffled explosion came from deep underground.

That deadly threat vanished without a trace.

Lin Feng seemed to notice something and glanced up at the Cloud Pavilion.

With no further obstruction, his right foot stomped down with tremendous force.

"Boom!"

A loud bang echoed across the square.

Wang Long was actually crushed into a cloud of blood mist by Lin Feng's foot!

Even on his deathbed, his face still showed traces of terror and horror.

He was the number one disciple of the inner sect, a direct disciple of the Grand Elder of the inner sect. With his master backing him up, how could Lin Feng dare to kill him?

Isn't Lin Feng afraid that his master will hold him accountable later?

For a moment, the vast inner gate square was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Even Zi Yun's eyes flickered slightly, not expecting that Lin Feng would actually dare to kill Wang Long in public.

"My brother is dead... my brother is dead..."

Wang Qing'er was in a daze, muttering to herself repeatedly, unable to accept this fact at all.

In her eyes, Lin Feng was nothing more than a male concubine in the Pleasure Pavilion, whom she could humiliate however she pleased.

But Lin Feng, who was standing there at that moment, crushed her brother to death with a single step, as easily as crushing an ant.

This stark contrast left her completely dumbfounded.

"Lin Feng has some nerve!"

"Yes! No matter what, Senior Brother Wang was Elder Gu's most favored disciple. With his death, Lin Feng has really made a huge mess of things!"

Many of the disciples around them came to their senses and began to whisper among themselves.

Everyone in the entire Qingyun Sect knows that Gu Niantong is notoriously protective of his own and vengeful.

Otherwise, Wang Long wouldn't have been able to have such a smooth and successful life in the inner sect.

"You little brat! You're asking for it!"

Sure enough, the next moment, a roar resounded throughout the entire square.

Gu Niantong stepped forward, his eyes wide open, glaring at Lin Feng: "You bastard! Who gave you the audacity to kill my disciple?"

He unleashed an overwhelming pressure, pressing down on the entire area like a collapsing mountain.

All the inner disciples on the field had a drastic change in expression.

Those with weaker cultivation were directly blown away by this pressure.

Although Zhou Tiangu and the others were able to hold on, their faces were deathly pale and they looked extremely unwell.

Lin Feng was the first to bear the brunt, experiencing the most terrifying pressure, as if the Milky Way had burst its banks and crashed down on him.

But he remained tall and proud, retorting sharply, "So what if I kill him?"

"How dare you!"

Gu Niantong laughed in anger and slowly raised his palm.

A dazzling light flickered in his palm, as if he intended to kill Lin Feng on the spot to vent his hatred!