All of the self-cultivators around were shocked, as they opened their mouths so wide that they could stuff a duck egg inside.

“What did I see? The King of Flying Bugs was pushed back by Qingfeng's attack. It is the king of thunder bugs!”

“The King of Flying Bug's strength is no weaker than the Black Wind Saint Son and the others, how could it be pushed back?”

“Did you not see? The peasant's body can absorb the three-colored thunderbolt. What a demon!”

All of the nearby self-cultivators felt shocked again and again, and now they were already numb.

Some self-cultivators even had a suspicion. Was Qingfeng the peasant? Or were they the peasants?

How could a peasant's training talent be more powerful than those geniuses of saint grade planets?

Not only were the self-cultivators around shocked, even the four peak saint sons, the Black Wind Saint Son, the Thousand Devil Saintess, the Mount Tai Saint Son, and the Sky-Flame Saint Son from far away were all shocked.

They just personally witnessed the powers of the King of Flying Bugs, and it was much more powerful than their own abilities.

However now, such a powerful King of Flying Bugs was blown away by Qingfeng's attack. How could this peasant have such a powerful strength? He wasn't human at all.

They had no clue that just as the fight began, Qingfeng's forces weren't as strong as their forces, and only because they fought with Qingfeng, and used the three-colored thunderbolt to attack Qingfeng.

Qingfeng had absorbed the power inside the three-colored thunderbolt and could now control some three-colored thunderbolts, which increased his powers immensely.

Even thought he was now an upper grade saint, he was still a realm lower than his opponent. However, his power was enough to defeat a peak stage saint.

Plus, Qingfeng's body also strengthened, having evolved to the thunder immortal form. His attack ability would only increase, not to mention a King of Flying Bugs, even if there were two, they still wouldn't be his opponents.

Rumble, rumble!!

The King of Flying Bugs opened its mouth to roar angrily. It was the King of thunder bugs, and the most powerful peak saint beast in this Thunder Valley but it was now blown away by Qingfeng's attack. It felt that it was greatly humiliated.

The King of Flying Bugs looked at Qingfeng before it, and with a murderous rage, it said, “You d.a.m.n peasant human. How dare you attack me? I won't let you go today.”

Qingfeng didn't care about the King of Flying Bug's fury at all. Ever since he gained control of the three-colored thunderbolt's force, he felt that his attack power had increased immensely and he didn't fear King of Flying Bugs at all.

He felt that there were some three-colored thunderbolt from the King of Flying Bug's body, and it was the thunder it had absorbed over a million years inside the valley, which was purer than the three-colored thunderbolts in the sky.

Hints of bright light appeared in Qingfeng's eyes, as if a wolf saw a rabbit. He already saw the King of Flying Bugs before him as his food.

Qingfeng's body flew forward again, and he immediately arrived before the King of Flying Bugs.

He then raised his finger and shot out a ray of three-colored thunderbolt.

Qingfeng's three-colored thunderbolt clashed onto the three-colored thunderbolt the King of Flying Bugs released, and a loud sky-shattering sound was made.

Qingfeng used his three-colored thunderbolt to block the thunder the King of Flying Bugs released.

Qingfeng flipped his wrist and took out the Yin-Yang Saint Sword from his interspatial ring. Qingfeng had already acquired all the four sword techniques of the Yin-Yang Saint Sword and it was now equivalent to a peak saint device. He directly unleashed the most powerful, the fourth Yin-Yang Phantom Sword, and forcefully slashed forward.

Nine rays of surreal sword images appeared in the sky. These nine sword shadows were all true saint swords, but Qingfeng's speed moved too fast and no one else could see it.

The Yin-Yang Phantom Sword slashed onto the King of Flying Bug's body, and it immediately cut open a heavy scar onto the King's skin. Its skin was especially firm, but it still wasn't able to resist the Yin-Yang Saint Sword's attack.

The King of Flying Bugs screamed out in pain. It never imagined that the opponent would release a peak saint device, and it was beyond its expectations.

The King of Flying Bugs screamed in anger, as its mouth shot out a ray of golden flame that burned through the void.

Qingfeng's face changed when he saw that the King of Flying Bugs had spat out flames. Who knew that not only did the opponent control the three-colored thunderbolt, it also controlled the force of flames?

However, in the next moment, Qingfeng coldly laughed and said, “You won't even know how you died if you use the power of flames in front of me.”

Qingfeng's internal Golden Flames had already reached fifteen thousand degrees. He might be worried if it was an immortal grade flame, but the saint grade flame posed no threat to him.

Qingfeng's right hand grabbed forward, and he directly caught onto the flame the King of Flying Bugs spat out. Then, he used his internal Golden Flame to absorb it all, and it became his own flame force.

All of the self-cultivators around were shocked when they saw this, as hints of terror filled their eyes.

“My gosh, that flame is twelve thousand degrees and was spat out by the King of Flying Bugs. How did this peasant catch it with one try?”

“I think that this peasant body's force is truly too powerful. Maybe not even the Black Wind Saint Son's body is as strong as his body.”

“That's right, I just saw it. I would feel somewhat devastated once I see his body. What did that peasant train in? It doesn't seem like a saint grade technique, does it?”

“That's right, I think that this peasant has trained in an immortal grade technique, or else he wouldn't be that powerful.”

All of the self-cultivators around discussed quietly.

At this moment, the way they looked at Qingfeng no longer contained mockery; instead it was fear, with hints of respect.

The strong preyed on the weak and were respected no matter where they went in the world.

Qingfeng used his strength to defeat the King of Flying Bugs, which changed all of the nearby cultivator's opinions of him.

From far away, the Black Wind Saint Son and Sky-Flame Saint Son's faces grew grim with fury in their eyes.

The Black Wind Saint Son finally knew why he was kicked away by Qingfeng. It turned out that his strength was far inferior in comparison to Qingfeng and Qingfeng was clearly a monster.

The Sky-Flame Saint Son walked to the Black Wind Saint Son's side and said, “I have a suspicion that this peasant has trained in immortal grade technique. That's something neither of us have. If we can steal his immortal grade technique, we will be set.”

The Black Wind Saint Son nodded and said, “I also think that the technique he trained in is of the immortal grade, or else his physical strength wouldn't be so strong. Don't worry, once both he and the King of Flying Bugs are wounded, we will step in and kill him.”

The Black Wind Saint Son and Sky-Flame Saint Son looked at each other, as they both saw the plot in each other's eyes. Both of them would use whatever despicable means necessary to defeat Qingfeng.

Even though Qingfeng was fighting with the King of Flying Bugs, his hearing was very good. He naturally heard the conversation between the Black Wind and Sky-Flame Saint Sons.