In the Blink of an Eye, the Pursuers Were Reduced to Ashes

Inside the grand formation, it had already become a living hell.

No, it was a place even more despairing than hell.

Crimson Haired Ancestor had completely lost his mind.

The Nine Nether Yin Fire he had been so proud of was scattered by a breeze that appeared from nowhere the moment it left his body, leaving not even a single spark behind.

The Crimson Flame Ring, the magic treasure that had made his name, was struck by a dewdrop rolling off a leaf the moment he brought it out. Its spiritual light instantly dimmed, and it fell to the ground with a wail, turning into a lump of scrap iron.

Here, everything he had once been proud of had become a joke.

He had lived for endless ages, yet he had never heard of such an absurd, bizarre formation.

What kind of formation was this?

This was clearly an independent Small World beyond the heavens and earth of the Primordial World, and that young man who had set up the formation was this world's sole ruler, its only true god!

Here, a single thought from him was the will of heaven!

"Senior! Spare us! We were blind and offended a heavenly god. Please show mercy, Senior!"

Crimson Haired Ancestor completely cast aside the dignity of a Golden Immortal. He dropped to his knees and frantically kowtowed, smashing his forehead against the hard stone until blood flowed freely, yet he did not dare pause for even a moment.

The other two Golden Immortals had long since collapsed.

The burly man wielding an iron staff had his ankle wrapped by a seemingly frail green vine that emerged from the earth.

He struggled with all his strength. His physical power was enough to shake mountains, yet he could not move that green vine in the slightest.

The vine slowly tightened. Amid the nauseating sound of bones cracking, it forcibly crushed his lower body into a puddle of flesh.

The moment his primordial spirit left his body, it was enveloped by a drifting cloud and dissolved without a trace.

As for the sharp-mouthed, monkey-faced Daoist, in boundless terror, his own shadow pierced through his heart.

His shadow came alive, transforming into a black blade that struck him dead from behind.

Even at the moment of death, his face still bore that ghost-stricken expression of terror.

In the blink of an eye, of the four great Golden Immortals, only Crimson Haired Ancestor remained alive.

But this was even more tormenting than dying immediately.

He could clearly sense the surrounding rocks, plants, flowing water, and gentle breeze casting cold, murderous "gazes" upon him.

It was as though, in the next moment, some unimaginable method would erase him completely.

The terror of waiting for death to descend nearly froze his very soul.

Outside the formation, Lin Feng stood with his arms folded, while Qiong Xiao remained unconscious in his embrace.

He looked indifferently at Crimson Haired Ancestor, who was kneeling in the formation and begging for mercy like a clown. Not a ripple stirred in his eyes.

It was as though he were looking at an insignificant ant.

These people's wails were rather noisy.

Perhaps sensing the killing intent and clamor outside, Qiong Xiao's long lashes trembled slightly. Her lovely brows faintly furrowed as she let out an extremely soft whimper.

Lin Feng's gaze instantly softened.

He lowered his head and looked at the pale yet peerlessly beautiful sleeping face in his arms. Extending a finger, he gently smoothed the crease between her brows.

Then his gaze pierced through the formation's curtain of light and fell upon the sole surviving Crimson Haired Ancestor. The last shred of his patience had finally run out.

Very well. It was time to bring everything to an end.

Perhaps it was a final flash of consciousness, or perhaps the aura of ultimate destruction about to descend was simply too terrifying. Qiong Xiao, still unconscious, somehow managed to force her eyelids open a sliver.

What entered her blurred vision was Lin Feng's perfect side profile, so close at hand.

And a sentence that seemed to drift down from Above the Nine Heavens, carrying supreme majesty and dominance.

"Watch closely. This is how a formation is truly used."

Qiong Xiao's soul trembled, and she instinctively followed Lin Feng's gaze.

Then she saw a scene she would never forget for the rest of her life.

Lin Feng raised his free hand.

He formed no hand seals and invoked no magical power.

He merely snapped his fingers casually.

"Snap."

The soft sound was crisp and pleasant.

Yet that single soft sound seemed to become the only command between heaven and earth.

Buzz—

Within the grand formation, the countless golden patterns previously etched across the unremarkable ground suddenly erupted with dazzling divine light!

"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"

Countless streams of Geng Metal Sword Qi, sharp to the extreme and gleaming with chilling light, shot into the sky from those golden patterns!

Each stream of sword qi was a hundred zhang long, solid as substance, and radiated a terrifying aura capable of tearing apart space and severing all life.

In an instant, tens of thousands of streams of Geng Metal Sword Qi filled the entire formation, crisscrossing and weaving into a deathly net with no gaps.

"No..."

Crimson Haired Ancestor had only managed to utter a single word with his fear-distorted face.

The sword net suddenly contracted!

There were no screams, no wails, not even the slightest proper resistance.

Crimson Haired Ancestor, along with the remains left behind by the other two Golden Immortals, was instantly shredded into the tiniest particles beneath the endless slaughter of Geng Metal Sword Qi.

Flesh, primordial spirits, magic treasures—everything turned into nothingness before that absolute sharpness.

A faint cloud of blood mist rose within the grand formation, only to be completely vaporized by the fierce sword qi, leaving behind not even the slightest trace.

Body and soul utterly destroyed!

Truly, body and soul utterly destroyed!

After doing all this, the Geng Metal Sword Qi filling the sky slowly dissipated, turning back into golden motes of light that sank into the earth.

The enormous curtain of light covering a hundred-mile radius also quietly faded away like a dream bubble.

The valley was still the same valley.

A breeze swept past, rustling the leaves.

It was as though the heaven-destroying formation and the deaths of the four Golden Immortals had all been nothing but an illusion.

Qiong Xiao was completely stunned.

Her beautiful eyes, which had only just regained a trace of vitality, were opened wide, filled with shock and confusion beyond words.

With a snap of his fingers, heaven and earth were overturned.

With one snap, powerful enemies were reduced to ashes.

What kind of divine might was this? What kind of method was this?

This had already surpassed everything she understood about the word "powerful."

After the shock came an overwhelming sense of weakness and security.

The extreme relaxation of her mind, coupled with the severe damage to her Dao foundation, made it impossible for her to hold on any longer. Her delicate body went limp as she was about to fall into Lin Feng's arms.

Lin Feng naturally wrapped an arm around her slender, boneless waist and adjusted his position so she could rest more steadily against his chest.

The masculine scent belonging to a man, mixed with a faint fragrance that made her feel safe, completely enveloped her.

Qiong Xiao's cheeks uncontrollably flushed with a captivating blush. Her delicate body stiffened slightly, yet she could not summon even the slightest thought of resistance.

"From now on, you are mine. No one will dare touch you again."

Lin Feng's low, domineering voice sounded beside her ear. There was not the slightest room for negotiation, yet it was like the firmest promise, branded deep into her soul.

Mine...

Qiong Xiao's heart suddenly began racing. The humiliation and unwillingness she had felt before had long since vanished without a trace.

To become the "woman" of such an existence—what kind of heaven-sent opportunity was that?

"Ding! The host has successfully killed four Golden Immortal cultivators and obtained system points!"

"Ding! Current total system points: points."

The cold system notifications sounded in Lin Feng's mind.

A satisfied curve lifted at the corner of Lin Feng's lips.

He opened the system panel visible only to himself, his gaze falling directly upon the newly unlocked [Maidservant Enhancement] function.

Looking at Qiong Xiao in his arms, whose aura remained weak due to her severe injuries, Lin Feng began making calculations in his heart.

Eighty thousand points should be enough to repair Qiong Xiao's Dao injuries.

Not only that, perhaps he could use this opportunity to raise both her innate foundation and cultivation to a higher level.

After all, his first maidservant could not be too weak.