If it weren’t for the apprehension of the sect backing him, Luan Wusheng would have taken action already. Even if it meant a fierce battle, he would not tolerate such humiliation.

"Enough!"

At this moment, Kong Ningshuang stepped lightly, leaping over and landing between the two.

"Ling Ling, behave yourself, or else, I’ll fight you!"

Kong Ningshuang said coldly, her white attire fluttering.

Ling Ling’s expression changed, just as he was about to speak, suddenly, he felt the ground tremble.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Instantly, a thunderous rumble echoed from Panwu Land, a sound as exaggerated as a meteorite falling, causing the ground around to shake, and everyone’s expression changed dramatically.

"What’s happening?"

Ling Ling’s face shifted in surprise.

"Quickly look!"

Someone exclaimed, pointing into Panwu Land. In the midst of the enshrouding white mist, a beam of light suddenly appeared, and vaguely, an illusion emerged!

At this moment, Ye Qingfeng stood in a stone chamber. Inside the chamber, there were no extraneous treasures, only a stone statue.

The statue was modeled after a Panwu Immortal, with a wine gourd at his waist and a longsword slung over his back.

The sculpture was incredibly lifelike, every detail meticulously done, and his garments seemed to truly flutter, exuding a natural, graceful aura.

The expression on his face was vividly lifelike, hair tied up as if gently swaying, eyes staring straight ahead, capable of shooting forth a sharp blade.

His expression exuded authority without anger, like a king.

After Ye Qingfeng stepped into the stone chamber, a surge of spiritual power directly infused into the statue, activating it, resulting in the grand illusion.

This illusion was the living embodiment of the statue.

This was the Panwu Immortal, forming a gigantic illusion in the air, ethereal yet majestic, with eyes slightly downcast, gazing at Ye Qingfeng.

"The residual soul I left behind has actually been activated. It must have been centuries, if not millennia."

The enormous Panwu Immortal illusion finally spoke in a calm tone, gazing down at Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng also lifted his head, looking at this illusion, his face expressionless, eyes calm and still like an ancient well, giving no hint of his thoughts.

"You’re a young man, a Peak Battle King. A high-level War King in his twenties, your talent is not bad, you could inherit my legacy."

The Panwu Immortal, turned into an illusion, looked at Ye Qingfeng, nodding slightly with a hint of satisfaction.

A Peak Battle King in his twenties was a top-tier talent, whether in the mundane world or the Ancient Martial World, yet to him, it was merely decent.

Ye Qingfeng’s expression subtly shifted, looking at the Panwu Immortal illusion, his thoughts unreadable. Only a deliberately left residual soul, an insignificant trick.

However, the fact that the Panwu Immortal’s residual soul could see through his cultivation did surprise Ye Qingfeng momentarily, indicating the Panwu Immortal’s original cultivation level wasn’t low.

"Very well, since you’ve managed to enter Panwu Land and activated my residual soul, then..." the illusion spoke again, condescendingly.

"Enough with the nonsense, just show the good stuff directly!"

Ye Qingfeng replied impatiently.

What Panwu Immortal.

As the Nine Tribulations Immortal Venerable, how many had he slain?

No need for courtesy.

The illusion paused, taken aback by Ye Qingfeng’s reaction. This was his legacy left behind—shouldn’t this young man bow and give thanks?

He’s urging me?

"Interesting little guy, there’s no need to rush. Since you’ve awakened my residual soul, I shall indeed let you inherit my legacy!"

The gigantic illusion floated grandly, smiling faintly with the air of a superior being.

"Enough with the useless talk—if you didn’t leave anything, don’t waste time. Who the hell cares about your legacy!"

Ye Qingfeng frowned, cursing impatiently.

He, the dignified Nine Tribulations Immortal Venerable, being called a little fellow—how could he not be angry? Even if the Panwu Immortal were alive, he wouldn’t be qualified to meet Ye Qingfeng.

Garbage that could be wiped out with a flick of the hand, putting on airs in front of Ye Qingfeng, calling him a little fellow—did he qualify?

"Insolent!"

The Panwu Immortal illusion grew furious, the surrounding white mist swirling as heavenly thunder roared.

He stood tall in the void, gigantic, as if his flowing garments were tangible, emitting an aloof, fierce aura like a peerless swordsman.

A king reigning over the world!

"Are today’s youths all this arrogant? Do you even know whom you’re speaking to?" The voice echoed from the giant illusion.

"Do you even know whom you’re speaking to?" Ye Qingfeng sneered.

The dignified Nine Tribulations Immortal Venerable, compared to this Panwu Immortal, an earthling—how many times more powerful could he be?

Yet he wants to show off?

"Insolent! Insolent!"

The Panwu Immortal seethed, raising a hand, the endless white mist swirled into his sleeve, forming a massive vortex around him.

Frightening!

"Utterly arrogant!"

This Panwu Immortal residual soul never imagined encountering such a successor. He had expected righteous, evil, insidious, silent, or lively successors... Never one more domineering than himself.

"Young man, I’ll give you one last chance—kneel immediately, kneel devoutly, and I’ll bestow my legacy upon you!"

Panwu Immortal’s surroundings churned with mist, his voice resounding.

Gazing down at Ye Qingfeng from above.

"All this talk, yet you have nothing to show for it!"

Ye Qingfeng’s expression turned cold. In an instant, he took a step, causing the ground to crack, then in a flash, his body turned into a white streak, his fist charging directly at the Panwu Immortal’s illusion.

"Fine! Fine! Today you’ll regret for life!"

The Panwu Immortal residual soul was so furious it could spit blood. Leaving behind a residual soul out of good will, preparing to leave opportunities for successors, allowing them to defy fate and become legends.

Never did he expect, after waiting centuries, that the one to accept his legacy would launch an attack without a word!

What the hell was this?

Fury burned inside the Panwu Immortal, his enormous palm swung down, white mist swirling around to kill Ye Qingfeng.

"Boom!"

Fist met palm, powerful waves of energy erupted, shaking the entire Panwu Land.

The surrounding white mist began to disperse, transforming into threads as sharp as needle points, shooting straight at Ye Qingfeng.