Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

Chapter 909 - 899: Courting Death! (Double Length)

After all, they had only seen Qin Heng kill a Sixth Heaven of the Great Saint. Previously, Feng Wei had said that the power of the Jade Talisman created by Qin Heng was only equivalent to the Seventh Heaven of the Great Saint. Although Su Ying mentioned earlier that Qin Heng had imprisoned a Deity in the Realm of Firmament myriad Gods, it wasn't something they witnessed themselves, making it hard to discern whether it was true or false.

Therefore, they were somewhat worried that Qin Heng might be unable to defeat Feng Wei of the Ninth Heaven of the Great Saint.

Now it seems all those worries are redundant. Qin Heng is too powerful, beyond their imagination; it seems there's no limit to his power. What Su Ying said earlier might indeed be true!

The power to imprison Deities, what kind of strength is that!??

At this moment, the entire observation room was silent, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard, and all eyes were focused on Qin Heng.

"The three seconds are over." Qin Heng looked down at Feng Wei, who was kneeling on the ground, and said indifferently, "Will you speak yourself, or do you want me to kill you and then search your soul?"

"You can't kill me. I am a True Disciple of the Immortal Dao Sect in the Ten Thousand Spirits World. My master is the Saint King of Clouds and Mist. Do you dare to kill me!?" Feng Wei shouted in terror, pleading in a manner similar to the old Liu Wuying.

"Very unfortunate." Qin Heng shook his head directly, raised his hand towards Feng Wei's head, and said blandly, "Wrong answer!"

Bang!

Qin Heng's palm pressed on Feng Wei's head, instantly crushing his head. This Ninth Heaven of the Great Saint head, equivalent to the peak of the Golden Core, was shattered like an egg under Qin Heng's grasp.

Then, a soul cloaked in radiant golden light was extracted by Qin Heng from Feng Wei's shattered head, imprisoned in the palm of his hand, no matter how much it struggled, it was of no avail.

One had to admit, the divine soul of the Ninth Heaven of the Great Saint was truly dazzling, with nine different colors flashing nonstop. These were the nine True Gangs cultivated by Feng Wei, all fused into the divine soul, giving it considerable strength.

But none of this mattered. Qin Heng's palm was dark and deep as if containing layer after layer of universes. Not to mention the divine soul of a Ninth Heaven of the Great Saint, even those of a Saint King or Deity could not escape.

"Let me go, let me go, I beg you, let me go! Qin Heng, Immortal Venerable Qin Heng!!" Feng Wei's divine soul, still conscious, pleaded bitterly within Qin Heng's palm, trembling as he spoke:

"I beg you, let me live. I'll give you my Divine Weapon as compensation, as well as the Divine Skill, the peerless Divine Skill inherited from the Immortal Dao Sect, I'll give it all to you. Plus, many secret realms and relics I have discovered, I will give them all to you, just spare me, please!!"

Qin Heng remained unmoved, as if he heard nothing, completely ignoring Feng Wei. A flash of golden light appeared in his palm, instantly devouring Feng Wei's divine soul.

He began to extract the memories and information contained within his divine soul.

This method was undoubtedly the most straightforward and direct way to acquire information, but it was too brutal, inherently increasing one's own viciousness and possibly attracting external demonic invasions. Though Qin Heng was unafraid, he found it troublesome and would prefer to avoid it when possible.

It was indeed Feng Wei's own fault for not knowing the danger and failing to see his predicament, entirely inviting his own end.

Bang!

Finally, Qin Heng crushed Feng Wei's divine soul, his eyes filled with ominous killing intent, saying in a deep voice, "Damn it, Little Yun is really in danger!!"