Night Without End

Chapter 1381 - 582: Transcending Above All

In the Grand Canyon, rows of wine jars and Jade Cups lay set out, rich fragrance drifting in the air.

In the night sky, Qin Ming’s robe sleeves fluttered as he stood wreathed in cloud qi, carrying a detached, otherworldly coldness, like a Banished Immortal who disdains the mortal world’s splendor—standing alone, with only the gentle breeze and fine wine for company.

Yet this very "Heavenly Guest," with wide sleeves dancing, radiance coiling around his body, and an air of aloof distance, had just now displayed thunderous might, annihilating five Grandmasters with a single hand.

Under the cover of night, the Huang Family members who had been self-assured, as well as the forces that had come to support them, fell instantly silent, frozen where they stood.

The famed elder who had not long ago publicly pointed at Qin Ming’s nose now leaned against the ship’s rail, his legs somewhat weak, the back of his robe already soaked with cold sweat.

Among the various forces that had followed the Huang Family here, there was no shortage of peerless geniuses, all of whom held themselves in very high regard; now their mouths hung open, as if they had turned to stone.

Those were five Grandmasters, not some random stray cats and dogs off the street; in this special era, they were high-end combat power, enough to overawe the four directions.

Yet that man, bathed in a rain of light, shrouded as if in Moonlight, left hand clasped behind his back, was so free and unrestrained that he crushed them using only his right hand.

The place was so quiet a pin dropping could be heard; only the scent of wine spread on the gentle breeze.

Qin Ming’s iron-blooded strike had an immediate effect, shaking the ten directions, making many people’s scalps go numb, not daring to move rashly.

He considered himself to have a Bodhisattva Heart.

Such thunderous methods prevented the rabble from blindly jumping into the fray; he was, in effect, saving many lives.

For instance, that Grandmaster of Star Mountain was the best negative example—he could have stayed out of it, but insisted on showing off, and instead served as the most profound "demonstration."

What had it to do with you? You threw your life away for nothing.

The Grandmaster of Thunder Marsh Palace felt this most keenly; he had already lifted one foot to step out, and at the last instant yanked it back, now drenched in cold sweat.

His heart still quaked, waves of lingering fear washing through him.

When he saw that mysterious man look his way, his scalp tingled as if hit by lightning, and a chill surged up from the depths of his heart, as though a blizzard were roaring through him.

He very much wanted to say: I just twisted my ankle earlier, I meant no disrespect.

Luckily, that mysterious man merely swept him a faint glance and did not pursue the matter.

"I’m a living Bodhisattva; all of you ought to kowtow to me." Qin Ming murmured.

His voice was like a whisper, drifting in the night wind.

Some of the Huang Family members felt their lungs were about to explode upon hearing this. What kind of Madman was this? After literally blowing apart their four Grandmasters, he even showed a heart that grieved for the world.

Several people’s eyes turned red; this was simply bullying taken to the extreme!

But the other forces were deeply shaken. At first they felt he was unbearably arrogant, overbearing to the extreme, yet after quietly savoring his words, some actually found them quite reasonable.

There was no shortage of top-tier geniuses present—such as Zhou Tian Dao, Yan Zhuohua, Lu Zheng and the like—all of them staring unblinkingly at that "Banished Immortal" in the middle of the field.

Such transcendence, freedom, and strength—was this not exactly the goal they pursued in their hearts?

"You..." The Huang Family’s famed elder’s chest rose and fell as he leaned on the ship’s rail, finding it hard to accept this outcome.

"Since multiple Grandmasters have already died to offer up their apologies, let this matter end here." Qin Ming spoke calmly.

He did not wish to pursue it further; after all, they were all within the Yujing Camp.

All around, quite a few people quietly let out a breath.

Some forces had come specifically to support, while even more people were here simply to watch the spectacle.

As for now, anyone with sense would not lightly step onto the stage.

However, most of the Huang Family experts’ faces were ashen.

Today, they felt they had suffered an unspeakable humiliation.

Their clan was a towering giant with deep roots; even above the nine days, they held a transcendent status—and yet now they had been cowed by a single man, fighting alone. How were they supposed to endure this?

In truth, the main reason was the "psychological burden" formed by their long habit of looking down from on high.

The Huang Family’s position was far too exalted; after being suppressed and shamed like this, if they slunk away with their tails between their legs, they feared the old monsters in the clan would punish them harshly.

Yet reality is always the best teacher.

When that mysterious man floating in the night sky cast them a glance, the sense of humiliation and smoldering anger in many hearts met with a wintry blizzard and instantly vanished without a trace.

Only a few elders continued to prop up the clan’s dignity, unwilling to let the Huang Family’s prestige fall, while also secretly waiting for reinforcements.

"Disperse." Qin Ming said evenly, just two simple words.

He swept his gaze in all directions in warning.

At once, those who had originally come just for the spectacle moved immediately, retreating into the distance—the man before them was simply too terrifying.

The ones who had come to support them, after a brief commotion, also began to fall back in an orderly fashion.

"This... one man suppressing all the heroes by himself." someone muttered excitedly, their heart shaken to its core.

Yan Zhuohua, Li Heng, Zhou Tian Dao and the others watched, somewhat entranced.

The Direct Lineage descendant of Heavenly Venerate Lu Heng—Lu Jingli—had bright light surging in her eyes; this sort of man was precisely the Dao companion she most dreamed of.

Shrouded in light rain and immortal fog, he was so transcendent that with just one person and one sentence he could cow an entire clan.

Lu Jingli’s heart was in tumult, difficult to calm, yet she knew that such a stunning "Heavenly Guest" was truly too ethereal and distant.

Unless the Heavenly Elder himself came forward to play matchmaker, she feared she would have no chance in this life to be joined to such a person.

The Huang Family’s forces also began to move, silently withdrawing; the situation was stronger than men, and if they dared to keep butting heads, they worried they would follow in the footsteps of those Grandmasters.

Only two warships remained, hanging motionless in the night sky.

This was the Huang Family’s "face." If everyone were driven away by a single sentence from that man and scattered in flight, how would the world look upon them?

Clearly, these were the clan’s main hardliners, deliberately left behind as the tough bones meant to salvage the family’s honor.

By remaining in place themselves, they proved that the Huang Family knew no fear and dared to face the threat of death head-on.