However, Xia Feng would not give Qin Fei such an opportunity. Almost concurrent with the bell’s toll, Xia Feng’s Heaven-Burying Sword, infused with the rich Great Dao of Extreme Ice, directly froze those protective barriers in place.

It should be known that these protective barriers were purchased by the Qin Family at great expense, and they were supposed to be untouchable by any Great Dao.

Normally, one would have to slowly research and unravel their mysteries according to their inherent patterns.

But in Xia Feng’s hands, he had no patience to let Qin Fei live that long, so he directly waved his sword, freezing all those protective barriers completely.

Untouchable by any Great Dao?

Sorry, Xia Feng was about to show everyone that it wasn’t that they were untouchable, but simply that the Great Dao they encountered wasn’t strong enough.

After the first sword froze the barriers, Qin Fei trembled slightly, seemingly recalling the humiliating experiences inflicted by Xia Feng recently.

He stammered, "Don’t, don’t kill me. I can let you go, allow you to leave."

"If you kill me, the Qin Family won’t spare you."

"But if you let me go, once I return and become the Patriarch, I’ll ensure the Qin Family fully supports Goddess Wan’Er."

"I would even be willing to marry into your family."

"Please, I beg you..."

With those words, Xia Feng swiftly raised his sword, slicing Qin Fei into two without bothering to listen to his ramblings any further.

The Great Dao of Celestial Sound coursed through his Heaven-Burying Sword into Qin Fei’s body, shredding his Divine Soul to pieces.

Xia Feng sneered, "Some people just don’t seem to understand human language."

"We’ve said we’re not interested in that heir position, yet you still bring it up."

He would not admit it was Qin Fei’s talk of marrying into the family that provoked him into killing him so quickly.

Once Qin Fei’s Divine Soul dissipated completely, Xia Feng’s gaze coldly shifted to the two other betrayers.

Those two were now filled with deep regret. Had they not rebelled, staying behind Xia Feng might still have brought them more Celestial Sound Talismans in the future.

But now that regret was useless, and they could only kneel on the ground, pleading for mercy.

"My Lord, we were momentarily possessed, we didn’t mean to betray you."

The other one, more perceptive, trembled as he spoke, "My Lord, it was the Qin brothers who threatened us."

"They said if we didn’t follow them, once outside, the Qin Family would deal with our families."

The journey had shown them Xia Feng’s apparent consideration for those of the Celestial Sound Orthodoxy, not inclined to kill easily, seemingly wanting to leave a good impression with the Celestial Sound Divine King.

So these two continued their tearful pleas, as if trying to awaken the scant kindness within Xia Feng.

Xia Feng looked at their tear-streaked faces, unable to suppress a cold smile, "Betray me once, you’ll dare betray me twice."

"As for your claims of being threatened by the Qin Family..."

"Heh, it seems I’ve been too lenient, making you think I’m easily talked into things, right?"

Xia Feng’s brows and eyes turned icy, his gaze upon them as if they were already dead.

The God-Burying Bell tolled again, their bodies stiffening as if witnessing something utterly terrifying.

Then Xia Feng raised his sword, ending their lives with a swift motion, "Remember in your next life who it is you mustn’t offend."

Having spoken, he flicked the Heaven-Burying Sword clean of blood and leisurely sheathed it.

Their heads rolled across the ground before coming to a stop, fear permanently etched into their eyes as if sighting something horrifically terrifying before death.

All the prodigies present stiffened in body, uncertain if Xia Feng’s final words were meant as a warning to them.

Followers standing behind Xia Feng looked slightly more reassured, knowing that as long as they did not betray him, following such a powerful figure might yet yield some small benefits.

But the prodigies standing opposite looked uneasy, their expressions shifting like a chaotic painter’s palette.

These prodigies harbored significant apprehension toward Xia Feng, yet he openly killed the Qin brothers in front of everyone. If they did not act, it would seem they were intimidated.

The two leading prodigies exchanged glances, seemingly sharing a silent communication.

They speculated on whether Xia Feng’s capabilities were due to external assistance or his own might.

Ultimately, they concluded that Xia Feng’s abilities must have some limitations, possibly employing tools or a talisman array, certainly not his own strength.

Given his age, achieving this level in the Lower Realm with the Great Dao of Celestial Sound would have exhausted all his efforts; how could he have the capacity to cultivate other Great Dao?

Neither could discern if they felt relieved or if they were simply bolstering their courage. After a shared glance, they stood forth one after the other.

"You backcountry hick! You dare attack Qin Family prodigies publicly in the Secret Realm, and without reason assault other trial takers! Are you trying to make an enemy of all trial takers?"

The white-robed man at the forefront conveyed his words with an air of superiority, as if to judge Xia Feng.

Xia Feng slightly lifted his eyes to meet the man’s gaze, softly smiling as he inquired, "And you belong to which family?"

The God-Burying Bell on his wrist quivered slightly, as if suppressing its own excitement.

Xia Feng couldn’t help but glance at his wrist, his eyes laced with a fleeting blood-tinted killing intent, vanishing quixotically into illusion.

The white-robed man was about to speak, but Lu Ziqian, standing behind Xia Feng, quickly interjected, "That man is Chang Lu of the Chang Family, at the Ninth Grade Celestial God’s cultivation level, merely a follower family of the Low Tone Sect, hardly a significant figure."

Upon learning of the new sect, Xia Feng raised an eyebrow, a look of disdain apparent toward Chang Lu.

Sure enough, Chang Lu fumed at this expression, "What kind of expression is that?"

"Just a moment ago, you killed the Qin Family prodigies in front of us all, trampling our dignity. Aren’t you planning to apologize now?"

Xia Feng laughed mockingly, "Apologize? Why should I apologize?"

Chang Lu glared at Xia Feng, his eyes flaring as if kindling with fire, "What kind of attitude is that? Do you intend to challenge over a hundred of us prodigies by yourself?"