Silence.
A kind of deathly silence that is enough to freeze the soul.
Time seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, and space was completely frozen.
Marshal Tian Peng's face, twisted and hideous because of the sacrifice of everything, was just frozen in mid-air, and the muscles on his face were twitching crazily due to the extreme shock.
He envisioned countless outcomes.
Or the opponent offers a stronger magic weapon, and the two magic weapons collide, erupting with energy that destroys the world.
Or the other party will be directly blasted into the most insignificant dust in the universe by his rake, including the person and the soul.
But the only thing he didn't think about was the sight before him... a sight so ridiculous that it made his soul tremble.
That Nine-toothed Rake, which had gathered his lifelong cultivation and burned his life essence, was enough to turn a Primordial Stars into powder, just stopped.
Its tip is less than three inches away from Qin Feng's forehead.
These three inches are like an eternal chasm, an absolute barrier that separates life and death, myth and reality.
And what forms this barrier is just one finger.
A white, slender, clean, even somewhat careless finger touched the centermost rake of Nine-toothed Rake.
All the power, all the laws, and all the destructive power, at the moment they touch that finger, are like ice and snow thrown into lava, melting, evaporating, and returning to nothingness.
"Buzz..."
At the moment when Marshal Tian Peng's thinking was shut down, an extremely weak but clear cry suddenly sounded.
The sound was not like the clash of gold and iron, but more like the most desperate and painful cry of a living creature before death.
The source of the sound is the Nine-toothed Rake in his hand!
Marshal Tian Peng's pupils instantly shrank into the two most dangerous needle points.
He was horrified to feel that this Houtian Merit Spirit Treasure, which had been forged by Dao Ancestor Grand Supreme Elder Lao himself, followed him countless times, and had long been one with his mind, was actually trembling violently at this moment.
That was not a buzz of excitement, but... fear originating from the core of the weapon!
It's scared!
It's afraid of the finger that's touching it!
Marshal Tian Peng's eyes followed the rake's dark-glow body and locked onto Qin Feng's fingertips.
There, a wisp of gray air, thinner than a hair and almost undetectable, was slowly flowing.
The air flow seemed ordinary, without any power at all, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.
But this insignificant air flow, in Marshal Tian Peng's Spiritual Sense induction, is heavier and more terrifying than the entire chaotic universe combined!
He could clearly feel that within Nine-toothed Rake, the indestructible Treasured Body core built by Heavenly Dao Laws was being forcibly erased by this gray airflow...!
Disintegrate!
It's like a mortal painter using a rag soaked in water to wipe a painted painting.
No, it's more thorough than that!
That is to completely negate the magic weapon "Nine-toothed Rake" from this world based on the concept of "existence"!
"Hum...Chaos Qi..."
The soul of Marshal Tian Peng let out an unbelievable scream, and its teeth were chattering crazily.
Only Chaos Qi, who according to legend existed before World Creation and constituted the origin of all things, possesses this terrifying power that ignores all acquired laws and reduces tangible things to nothingness!
This man... who is he?
How could he possibly control this forbidden power that even a saint cannot easily touch?!
Just when Marshal Tian Peng's world view was completely overturned and his soul fell into the abyss of endless fear.
The man who blocked his fatal blow with one finger finally made a new move.
Qin Feng's face still had that calm expression, as if nothing had happened.
He looked at the fat face in front of him that was distorted by fear, and the corners of his mouth raised a cold arc.
Immediately, the finger that was against Nine-toothed Rake flicked lightly.
The movement was so gentle, it was like brushing away a speck of dust on the shoulder.
"Crack!"
An extremely crisp cracking sound exploded without warning in this dead silence Guanghan Palace.
The sound was not loud, but it was like a Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, striking hard on the soul of every creature present!
Marshal Tian Peng's eyes suddenly widened and almost burst out of their sockets.
Under his gaze, the indestructible Nine-toothed Rake that accompanies his mighty sky, cracked an extremely clear crack from the point where it came into contact with Qin Feng's fingers!
"No--!"
Marshal Tian Peng let out a howl that was too shrill to sound like a human voice.
However, this is just the beginning.
Click! Click click!
The crack was like a living vine, spreading crazily at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye!
In just the blink of an eye, terrifying spider web-like cracks had already covered the entire rake body!
Those Chaos Divine Iron that once shone with thousands of rays of light and were surrounded by the shadows of Five Emperors of the Five Directions and Six Ding and Six Jia now looked like cheap porcelain that had been smashed to the ground by a naughty boy.
Then.
In the reflection of Marshal Tian Peng's pupils filled with endless despair and fear.
"Bang--!"
There was a muffled sound.
That handle once represented the majesty of Heavenly Court, Houtian Merit Spirit Treasure and Nine-toothed Rake, which were at the forefront of the divine weapon spectrum.
It just exploded completely without any warning.
It turned into tiny iron filings flying all over the sky.
Those iron filings lost all their divinity and luster, just like the most ordinary Mortal Iron powder, fluttering under the cold moonlight, and then fell weakly to the cold ground, making a faint "ding-dong-dang" sound.
It seems to be playing the final tragic song for the end of a magic weapon.
"Pfft--!"
Destiny Magic Treasure was destroyed, Marshal Tian Peng was struck by lightning.
An indescribable terrifying backlash burst out from his mind that was disconnected from the rake, instantly destroying all of his body-protecting fairy light.
He opened his mouth and spit out a big mouthful of golden Divine Blood mixed with internal organs.
That tall, fat body seemed to have had all its bones taken away, and it instantly shriveled up.
The blood on his face completely faded, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed and faded.
Finally, his legs gave way, and with a "plop", he collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, completely losing consciousness and not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Quiet.
Guanghan Palace fell into deathly silence again.
Those few heavenly soldiers who had just woken up from the coercion happened to have completely watched the last scene that subverted their three views.
Their minds buzzed and went blank.
Marshal... defeated?
No, that's not a defeat.
That was crushed by...
Even the person and the magic weapon were completely crushed into powder by the opponent with one finger, from the body to the dignity.
"Plop!"
"Thump thump!"
I don't know who took the lead first, but the remaining heavenly soldiers fell to their knees on the ground as their legs could no longer support the weight of their bodies.
They couldn't even feel the emotion of fear, they just stared blankly at the back of the green-shirted figure who still stood with his hands behind his back, their souls completely formatted by the scene in front of them.
And when everyone is in a sluggish state, there is only one person, and her world is blooming with unprecedented brilliance.
Fairy Chang'e.
She stood there in a daze, her bright autumn eyes that had been cold for eternity, looking at the man infatuatedly without blinking.
From the moment Qin Feng stretched out her finger, her heart stopped.
From the moment Nine-toothed Rake turned into iron filings, her breathing stopped.
The whole world, in her eyes, lost its color and sound.
Only the man and the long, white finger that was slowly retracted were left.
That finger.
It was that finger that, in an understatement, shattered Marshal Tian Peng's fatal blow.
It was that finger that, calmly and calmly, crushed the famous Primordial World Houtian Merit Spirit Treasure.
It was that finger that completely drove the nightmare that had entangled him with countless Yuanhui and represented the majesty and oppression of Heavenly Court into dust.
A sense of security that she had never felt before, strong enough to completely melt her soul, and a hot emotion called "adoration" and "obsession" suddenly erupted.
Chang'e's beautiful eyes are filled with brilliant colors and mist.
She looked at the man infatuatedly, at the finger that crushed Heavenly Court's majesty.
This scene, like the most profound imprint, was engraved on her heart and the deepest part of her soul forever.