The battlefield of Xi Qi had become a desolate hell.
The Universe Ruler, which spanned the heavens and the earth, carrying the supreme power of the birth and death of a Small World, crashed down on the Green-robed Figure below like a collapsing sky.
Before the ruler had even fully descended, the terrifying aura, powerful enough to crush eternity and obliterate everything, had already caused the space below to crumble inch by inch, turning into pitch-black chaos.
The earth groaned and sank, as if it could not withstand the rage emanating from the peak of the Quasi-Saint.
Wen Zhong ignited hope was utterly crushed into powder by this one-foot-long aura.
It's over.
It's completely over.
This force was completely beyond his comprehension.
Even if the Tongtian Jiaozhu himself were to arrive, he would probably have to temporarily avoid the brunt of this earth-shattering attack.
This mysterious senior... was ultimately too careless.
Wen Zhong closed his eyes, a bitter smile appearing on his face, preparing to face his inevitable death.
On the other side, Jiang Ziya and the others, who had just been overjoyed, now looked even more devout and fanatical, as if they were worshipping a god who had descended to earth.
This is the power of the Vice Leader of the Chan Sect!
This is the majesty of a peak Quasi-Saint!
Below this foot, no matter how powerful your supernatural abilities or how Tong Tian your Magic Power power, you will ultimately face only one fate: complete annihilation of both body and soul!
That arrogant brat is dead!
However, just when everyone thought Qin Feng was doomed...
Qin Feng, who had been standing with his hands behind his back, not even bothering to lift his eyelids, finally moved.
He slowly raised his head, looking at the terrifying, overwhelming shadow that seemed to press down like the sky itself. The carefree smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by a rare seriousness.
This expression gave the Daoist Burning Lamp was watching from afar, a sudden jolt, but it was quickly replaced by an even stronger killing intent.
Playing tricks!
Before absolute power, any expression is futile!
But the killing intent in the eyes of Daoist Burning Lamp froze completely the next second.
Under the horrified gaze of tens of thousands of eyes on the battlefield, Wen Zhong, Jiang Ziya, Yang Jian, Nezha...
Qin Feng made a move that no living being could understand.
He simply and slowly raised his right hand.
Then, he held up two fingers.
Index and middle fingers.
His two fingers were as clear and smooth as jade, long and clean, not like the hands of a Daoist cultivator, but more like the hands of an ordinary scholar.
These two seemingly powerless fingers casually met the Universe Ruler, which carried the power of an entire world and was capable of crushing the void.
With a gentle pinch.
There was no earth-shattering noise.
There was no cataclysmic energy storm.
Time seemed to have been forcibly paused at that moment.
Space itself froze completely in that instant.
The imposing and arrogant Universe Ruler came to an abrupt halt just three inches from Qin Feng's head.
It was held firmly between two crystal-clear fingers.
It remained completely still.
The terrifying power above, enough to destroy a Great Thousand World, and the world laws of birth and death, were like docile lambs before those two fingers, instantly vanishing without a trace, without even causing a ripple.
The whole world was eerily quiet.
Everyone seemed frozen in place, like wooden sculptures under a spell, their heads tilted back, mouths agape, and eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.
Wen Zhong, who had closed his eyes and awaited death, opened his eyes in confusion as death did not come.
Then, he too became a wood carving.
What did he see?
That senior... used two fingers... to pinch the Daoist Burning Lamp's treasured artifact for proving his Dao, the supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Universe Ruler?
Wen Zhong blinked hard, wondering if he was hallucinating because of his severe injuries.
But that still image, powerful enough to overturn the entire understanding of the Primordial World, was so clearly imprinted deep in his pupils, telling him that it was all real.
"Puff!"
The expression on the face of the Daoist Burning Lamp, who was high above the nine heavens, was extremely interesting at this moment.
From the ruthless confidence of victory, to the unbelievable shock, and finally, to a deathly pale ashes.
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden blood, and his entire aura instantly weakened.
But what made him vomit blood was not the backlash from the magic weapon being suppressed.
It was horror!
It's fear!
Just a moment ago, he felt that the Blood Connection and mental link between himself and the Universe Ruler, as close as an arm and hand, were forcibly severed by an indescribable and incomprehensible domineering force!
It's not suppression, it's not confinement.
It's to sever!
The Universe Ruler, this treasure that had accompanied him through countless eons and had long since become one with his Primordial Spirit, seemed to have become someone else's at this moment!
This feeling is like having your own arm cut off by someone, and then being held and played with in your hand!
"No... impossible!"
The Daoist Burning Lamp appeared like a madman, letting out hoarse, inhuman roars as he desperately made hand seals, trying to regain control of the magic weapon.
But the Universe Ruler, held between two fingers, was like a stubborn rock, giving him no response whatsoever.
quiet.
A deathly silence.
Qin Feng, holding the top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure that could drive even Quasi-Saint to madness, slowly lowered his arm, his movements relaxed and effortless, as if he were holding not a powerful weapon, but an insignificant leaf.
His gaze finally fell on the pale-faced, seemingly deranged old Daoist priest in the distance.
There was no joy of victory in his eyes, nor any air of superiority.
There was only a trace of undisguised pity and a deep-seated disdain.
Qin Feng spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it was like Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, clearly resounding deep within the souls of everyone on the battlefield.
" Randeng."
"Is that all you've got? You dare to be so insolent in front of me?"
The words were spoken calmly, yet they sent a shiver down the spine of Daoist Burning Lamp, as if struck by lightning.
However, this is just the beginning.
Qin Feng looked at him, a mocking smile curving his lips, and uttered a sentence that shook the entire Chan Sect and even the entire Primordial World.
"You traitor to the Chan Sect, who only thinks of betraying your sect and joining forces with the West!"