Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

Chapter 687: Eyes Like Cold Ice!!

He had impassively and severely injured a Semi-Saint! Even the Semi-Saint's phenomena were shattered! Such strength! Even a true Saint might not be able to reach this level. He was far too powerful, excessively terrifying!

"This Qin Xuantian's power... it's as if there are no limits!"

"Worthy of being the reincarnation of an ancient powerhouse! He was clearly only at the peak of the Innate realm, yet he could unleash such terrifying power!"

"Too strong! We absolutely must not become his enemies!"

The Semi-Saints present were all shocked by Qin Heng's strength.

Zhuo Pingting of the Red Flower Palace possessed formidable strength, yet in front of Qin Xuantian, she didn't have even a sliver of resistance! Too terrifying!

"Qin Heng, did you... did you kill Zhuo Pingting?" Lu Ziyi asked in astonishment.

She could no longer sense Zhuo Pingting's presence. For a Semi-Saint, the shattering of their phenomena was a catastrophic blow; being killed on the spot wasn't impossible.

But this was simply too inconceivable! Qin Heng hadn't even lifted a hand, nor had Lu Ziyi sensed any fluctuation of his True Qi. She had just seen Zhuo Pingting sent flying, crushed without the slightest resistance!

Do I truly stand a chance against him in battle? Lu Ziyi began to doubt her own strength.

This Jade Pool Saintess had always been extremely confident. She had never doubted her own strength, always believing that even if her opponent was at the top of the Heavenly Ranking, as long as they hadn't become a Saint, she could fight them!

But now, her confidence was shaken. Qin Heng was only third on the Heavenly Ranking. Even though he was hailed as the greatest talent throughout the ages, his rank was still third. Just third... could he really be that strong?

"She's not dead yet," Qin Heng said indifferently. "Such filth does not deserve to die at my hands."

BOOM!!

Just at that moment, the ground suddenly trembled. Dazzling red light burst forth from the deep crater created by Zhuo Pingting's impact, coalescing into blooming bright red petals!

Zhuo Pingting actually flew up again. She appeared unharmed, her clothing intact, but her ashen face and the disorder in her True Qi betrayed her.

Now, this witch from the Red Flower Palace was in terrible shape! Her strength was probably less than one percent of its original, and any ordinary Semi-Saint could likely kill her with ease!

"Qin Xuantian, oh Qin Xuantian! How cruel and merciless you are!" Zhuo Pingting's eyes, filled with resentment and hatred, bored into Qin Heng. Through gritted teeth, she snarled, "The Red Flower Palace will not let you off!"

"Oh?" Qin Heng chuckled lightly. He turned to look at Zhuo Pingting, shook his head softly, and sighed. "Can't trash like you just scurry away obediently? Must you stop to make threats, seeking your own demise?"

His gaze was icy cold, like ice that had persisted for ten thousand years. A bone-chilling coldness seeped from Qin Heng's eyes, and the surrounding temperature instantly plummeted by tens of degrees, dropping from over ten degrees to minus forty or fifty degrees!

The nearby pond water froze instantly; even the spray from the fountain turned into icicles. The world fell silent. All the Innates and Semi-Saints present were dumbstruck.

This was merely the aftereffect of the chill in Qin Heng's gaze; the true, extreme frost was concentrated entirely on Zhuo Pingting.

"You!?" Zhuo Pingting exclaimed, feeling the terrifying cold. Her entire body stiffened in mid-air, her face turning purplish. She could feel her blood ceasing to flow, her organs beginning to freeze, even her heart halting!

An ordinary person would have long since died under these conditions, but the life force of a Semi-Saint was incredibly tenacious. Zhuo Pingting was not only alive but could still speak!

She looked at Qin Heng in disbelief, utterly shocked. "How dare you? How could you dare kill me!?" she shrieked. "Do you think our Red Flower Palace is the same as the Encompass Starry Pavilion!?"

"You will be avenged! Our palace will certainly take revenge! You will be harvested like a dried-up husk, you will die in the most wretched way imaginable! You will die without a burial place! HAHAHA!!"

Zhuo Pingting cursed venomously, simultaneously making a threat. She harbored a sliver of hope in her heart: What if Qin Xuantian is afraid? What if he stops?

But soon, she felt the chill of death. She vividly sensed her life slipping away, her vision gradually darkening, her consciousness sinking into an abyss!

It's over! He really won't stop! Damn it!

"Qin Xuantian! You won't die a good death!!" Zhuo Pingting screamed in rage as she was on the verge of death.

But she could no longer make a sound. All her organs had frozen; the chill contained in that single glance from Qin Heng had turned every part of Zhuo Pingting to ice!

In the eyes of the onlookers, Zhuo Pingting, the bewitching beauty of the Red Flower Palace, had become an ice sculpture the instant Qin Heng glanced at her. It was exquisitely crafted and incredibly intricate, just like a perfect piece of art.

However, no one cast an appreciative eye. What filled the eyes of those around was only fear—boundless fear! They all stared at Qin Heng with immeasurable terror.

So terrifying! Truly, utterly terrifying! In this End of Dharma Age, how could such a fearsome powerhouse exist in the mortal realm? Too strong! Is this the reincarnation of an ancient great power? His strength is outrageously incredible!

"The wailing of an ant is too unpleasant." Qin Heng withdrew his gaze from Zhuo Pingting. He flicked his finger, sending a vibration through the air that instantly shattered the ice sculpture—all that remained of Zhuo Pingting—into a pile of glistening ice crystals.

A peak Semi-Saint! Zhuo Pingting, the enchantress of the Red Flower Palace, was obliterated—her physical form and soul utterly destroyed, ceasing to exist!

"You... you're so strong!" Lu Ziyi looked at Qin Heng and whispered.

At this moment, she was filled with a profound sense of awe. Qin Heng's displayed strength was truly formidable—killing a Semi-Saint with a mere glance. Her previously unwavering conviction faltered once again.

"It's nothing. I just crushed an ant," Qin Heng said, waving his hand dismissively, his expression indifferent.

To him, those like Zhuo Pingting, who practiced cultivation by preying on others, were less than ants—pure trash. For her to be killed by a mere glance from him could already be considered a stroke of fortune for Zhuo Pingting across three lifetimes.

"Let's go to the hotel." Qin Heng casually patted Lu Ziyi's hair and started walking forward.

"Ah!?" Lu Ziyi's pretty face instantly turned red.

To her, there wasn't much difference between her hair and her skin; Qin Heng patting her hair just now felt almost the same as if he had touched her body!

Nevertheless, she followed him.

The two quickly arrived at the nearest five-star Hilton Hotel.

"I'm sorry, sir, miss. We only have one luxury suite left," the front desk clerk said apologetically. "The luxury suite has two bedrooms, so the two of you could actually stay together."