Chapter 86: A Palm That Shook the Heavens! The Elders’ Betrayal!

Chu Feng’s voice echoed through the grand hall, every word like a nail, mercilessly hammering into True Lord Xuantian’s skull.

Going public on the Immortal Dao?

Original shareholders?

Endless resources?

True Lord Xuantian had lived for over a thousand years and prided himself on his vast knowledge. Yet today, every word he heard was familiar—and still, strung together, not a single sentence made sense.

But that didn’t matter.

What he could understand were those tens of thousands of bloodshot eyes beneath him, those faces twisted in fervent excitement.

He understood now.

Reasoning was useless.

These disciples, these elders—their souls had already been hooked by that devil called Chu Feng. In their minds now, there was nothing left but “going public,” “dividends,” and “original shares”—strange, demonic chants he could not comprehend.

There was only one way left—primitive, direct, and the most effective.

He had to eliminate this devil, the very source of all chaos, before everyone’s eyes—utterly and completely!

Once he was dead, this absurd farce would naturally end.

“Spreading heresies and confusing the masses!”

True Lord Xuantian’s patience finally ran out. He rose slowly from his throne, the fury in his eyes replaced by a killing intent so cold it froze the air itself.

“Do you think, by spouting such twisted nonsense and rousing a group of ignorant juniors, you can challenge my authority?”

“Do you think, with your empty promises and false visions, you can shake the millennia-old foundation of my Qingyun Sect?”

“Chu Feng, you are far too naive.”

“In the face of absolute power, your schemes, your manipulation of hearts—all of it is no more than clay chickens and pottery dogs, not worth a single strike!”

As soon as his words fell, True Lord Xuantian raised his palm.

No dazzling spell light.

No earth-shattering roar.

Just one simple, clean strike.

Yet that one strike froze the very space within the Main Peak Hall!

A furious blow from a Nascent Soul Ancestor—without the slightest restraint!

An indescribable pressure condensed into an invisible yet tangible giant palm, descending from the heavens, its target locked squarely on Chu Feng at the center of the hall!

Everyone inside felt their souls gripped tight by that colossal hand. Even their thoughts froze. They could only watch as space itself cracked and twisted before their eyes, as if about to be crushed into pure nothingness.

Only one thought flashed in every mind—

It was over!

Chu Feng was dead!

The man who had just painted them a glorious dream of ascending to the Immortal Realm was about to be smashed into pulp by the Ancestor’s palm!

Liu Changqing and Wang Xuanfu, along with the other elders, felt the blood drain from their faces in an instant.

Their minds raced madly.

What to do?

What to do?!

The Ancestor was going for the kill!

If Chu Feng died, what would happen to the Ascension Group? What about their dividends?

Their freshly secured “original shares”? That grand blueprint of “Immortal Dao IPO” would become nothing more than a worthless scrap of paper!

No way!

Absolutely not!

To block my path to wealth is like killing my parents!

Even if that person was the Grand Ancestor—it was still unacceptable!

In that instant, greed triumphed over fear.

“Ancestor, please show mercy!”

Liu Changqing was the first to react. He let out a shrill scream and, without hesitation, unleashed his ultimate defensive treasure—a gleaming golden tortoise shell shield—which he threw desperately in front of Chu Feng!

Next was Wang Xuanfu. His face pale as death, he bit down hard, shattering a molar, and his ancient flying sword shot into the air, transforming into a curtain of blades that covered Chu Feng’s head.

“Ancestor, think twice!”

“Chu Feng must not die!”

Elder Qian, Elder Sun… all the elders who had received massive dividends from the Group made the same choice in that instant!

More than a dozen treasures erupted with dazzling light at once, forming a multicolored defensive formation that barely stood before that invisible palm.

They were using their lives to shield Chu Feng!

Because they knew—

To protect Chu Feng was to protect their livelihood!

Boom—!

The invisible giant palm collided fiercely with the dozen-odd treasures!

There was no world-shattering explosion—only a deep, deafening crash that seemed to shatter the very souls of those who heard it!

“Pffft!”

“Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!”

Liu Changqing, Wang Xuanfu, and the others spat blood violently, flung backward like kites with broken strings. They slammed into the hall’s pillars, then crashed to the ground, their auras weak and broken—gravely injured.

Their treasures dimmed, falling to the floor with pitiful wails; some were even cracked and ruined.

But—

They had held it off!

That terrifying palm, enough to annihilate any Golden Core cultivator in an instant, finally dissipated into thin air after exhausting itself against their combined defense.

At the center of the storm, Chu Feng stood unharmed.

Not even the corner of his robe had moved.

The hall fell into dead silence.

Everyone was stunned.

What had they just witnessed?

The sect’s own elders joining hands to defy the Grand Ancestor’s attack?

That… that was outright rebellion!

Outside the hall, tens of thousands of disciples who were “watching” through various means were silent for a breath—then erupted completely!

“Protect President Chu!”

“The Ancestor must not harm President Chu!”

“We will live and die with the Group!!”

The roar of the crowd surged like a tidal wave, crashing against the Main Peak Hall from all directions, shaking the entire mountain to its core.

True Lord Xuantian stood frozen.

He slowly withdrew his hand, his eternally expressionless face showing disbelief for the first time.

He looked down at Liu Changqing, Wang Xuanfu, and the others lying on the floor, coughing blood yet staring back at him with stubborn eyes.

Then he heard the deafening cries outside—each louder than the last—threatening to overturn the entire Qingyun Sect.

He… was stunned.

That strike of his—it hadn’t been aimed at Chu Feng alone.

It had struck the collective interests of the entire Qingyun Sect.

He hadn’t attacked a heretical deceiver.

He had struck at everyone’s livelihood!

A wave of absurdity and helplessness rose in his heart.

He realized that somehow… he truly had become a man—

A man utterly isolated, abandoned by his own sect.

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