Fingertip Flick, Pursuers Turned to Ash

Within the great formation, it was already a living hell.

No, it was a desperate situation even more despairing than hell.

The Crimson Haired Ancestor had completely lost his mind.

His pride and joy, the Nine Nether Yin Fire, had barely left his body before it was dispersed by a gust of clear wind that appeared out of nowhere, not even a spark remaining.

His signature treasure, the Crimson Flame Ring, had been struck by a dewdrop rolling off a leaf the moment it was summoned. Its spiritual light instantly dimmed, and it fell to the ground with a mournful cry, turning into scrap metal.

Here, everything he prided himself on had become a joke.

He had lived for countless years and had never heard of such an absurd, such bizarre formation.

What kind of formation was this?

This was clearly a small world, independent of the Primordial World, and the young man who set up the formation was the sole ruler, the only true god of this world!

Here, his single thought was heavenly will!

"Senior! Spare us! We were blind and offended a Heavenly God. We beg you to show mercy!"

The Crimson Haired Ancestor completely abandoned his Golden Immortal dignity and knelt on the ground, kowtowing frantically. His forehead struck the hard rock, and blood flowed, yet he dared not pause for even a moment.

The other two Golden Immortals had already collapsed.

The burly man holding the iron staff had his ankles entangled by a seemingly weak green vine that emerged from the ground.

He struggled with all his might; his physical strength was enough to shake mountains, yet he couldn't budge the green vine in the slightest.

The green vine slowly tightened, and with a bone-chilling crack, it crushed his lower body into a bloody pulp.

His Primordial Spirit had just emerged when it was enveloped by a passing cloud and vanished without a trace.

As for the sharp-mouthed, monkey-faced Daoist, he was pierced through the heart by the shadow beneath his own feet amidst endless terror.

His shadow came alive, transforming into a pitch-black blade and striking him fatally from behind.

Even in death, his face retained a look of ghastly horror, as if he had seen a ghost.

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

But this was more torment than instant death.

He could clearly feel the surrounding mountains, rocks, plants, flowing water, and gentle breeze all casting cold, murderous "gazes" at him.

It was as if in the next second, countless unimaginable methods would be used to completely obliterate him.

This fear of waiting for death to descend almost froze his soul.

Outside the formation, Lin Feng stood with his arms crossed, Qiong Xiao still asleep in his embrace.

He indifferently watched the Crimson Haired Ancestor, who was kneeling and begging for mercy like a clown within the formation, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

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

The wails of these people were somewhat noisy.

As if sensing the killing intent and clamor from the outside, Qiong Xiao's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her delicate brows furrowed, and she let out a faint whimper.

Lin Feng's gaze instantly softened.

He lowered his head, looking at the pale and beautiful sleeping face of the woman in his arms, and extended a finger to gently smooth her furrowed brow.

Then, his gaze penetrated the formation's light screen and fell upon the sole remaining Crimson Haired Ancestor. His last shred of patience had finally run out.

Fine, it's time to put an end to all this.

Perhaps it was a final burst of energy, or perhaps the ultimate destructive aura about to descend was too terrifying, but Qiong Xiao, who was unconscious, managed to force her eyelids open a sliver.

What entered her blurry vision was Lin Feng's perfect profile, so close to her.

And a voice that seemed to descend from the highest heavens, carrying supreme majesty and dominance.

"Watch closely, this is how a formation is used."

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

Then, she witnessed a scene she would never forget in this life and the next.

Lin Feng raised his free hand.

He didn't form any hand seals, nor did he summon any magical power.

He casually snapped his fingers.

"Snap."

A light sound, crisp and pleasant.

Yet, this light sound seemed to become the sole command in the world.

Buzz--

Within the great formation, the ground that had originally appeared unremarkable, the countless golden patterns previously drawn on it, erupted with dazzling divine light at this moment!

"Ch! Ch! Ch! Ch!"

Innumerable extremely sharp Geng Metal Sword Qi, flashing with a chilling cold light, shot up into the sky from those golden patterns!

Each sword qi, stretching a hundred zhang, condensed into a tangible form, emitting a terrifying aura potent enough to cleave the void and extinguish all life.

In just an instant, tens of thousands of Geng Metal Sword Qi filled the entire formation space, crisscrossing and weaving into a death net that was fine yet inescapable.

"No..."

On the Crimson Haired Ancestor's face, contorted in fear, only one word had just escaped.

The sword net, with a roar, contracted!

There were no screams, no wails, not even a semblance of resistance.

The Crimson Haired Ancestor, along with the mangled remains of the two Golden Immortals from before, was instantly cut into the smallest particles under the relentless shredding of the endless Geng Metal Sword Qi.

Flesh, Primordial Spirit, magical artifacts, everything, turned into nothingness before this absolute sharpness.

A faint mist of blood rose in the formation, only to be completely vaporized by the sharp sword qi, leaving no trace behind.

Annihilation of both form and spirit!

True annihilation of both form and spirit!

After completing this, the sky-filling Geng Metal Sword Qi slowly dissipated, transforming back into golden points of light and sinking back into the earth.

The massive light barrier, which had enveloped a hundred-mile radius, also vanished quietly, like a dream or an illusion.

The valley was still the same valley.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves.

It was as if the world-destroying formation and the fall of the four Golden Immortals just moments ago were merely a hallucination.

Qiong Xiao was completely stunned.

Her beautiful eyes, which had just regained a flicker of spirit, were wide open, filled with a shock and bewilderment that words could not describe.

In the snap of a finger, the world turned upside down.

With a snap of the fingers, powerful enemies turned to dust.

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

This had already surpassed her entire understanding of the word "powerful."

After the shock, a strong sense of weakness and security surged into her heart simultaneously.

The extreme relaxation of her mind, coupled with the severe injuries to her Dao Foundation, made her unable to hold on any longer. Her delicate body softened, and she was about to fall into Lin Feng's embrace.

Lin Feng naturally wrapped his arm around her soft, boneless waist, adjusted his posture, allowing her to lean more securely against his chest.

The masculine aura, mixed with a faint, reassuring scent, enveloped her completely.

Qiong Xiao's cheeks, uncontrollably, flushed with a captivating blush. Her delicate body felt somewhat stiff, yet she couldn't muster any thought of resistance.

"From now on, you are my person. No one will dare to touch you again."

Lin Feng's deep, domineering voice echoed in her ears, leaving no room for negotiation, yet it felt like the most solid promise, branded deep into her soul.

My person...

Qiong Xiao's heart pounded inexplicably. The humiliation and unwillingness she had felt before had long since flown to the highest heavens.

To become "a person" of such an existence, what an immense stroke of fortune this was?

"Ding! Host successfully killed four Golden Immortal cultivators, gaining System Points!"

"Ding! Current total System Points: Points."

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

The corners of Lin Feng's mouth curved into a satisfied arc.

He opened the system panel, visible only to him, and his gaze fell directly on the newly unlocked [Maidservant Enhancement] function.

Looking at Qiong Xiao in his arms, whose aura was still weak due to her severe injuries, Lin Feng began to calculate in his heart.

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

Not only that, but perhaps he could also take this opportunity to elevate her innate potential and cultivation.

After all, his first maidservant couldn't be too weak.