Lin Feng's voice was soft, yet it exploded like a divine thunderbolt from the Ninth Heaven within the primordial spirits of every Sect of Elucidation immortal.
Leave one alive?
To make an example of them?
Arrogant! Far too arrogant!
This was practically stomping the Sect of Elucidation's face—and the Saint's dignity along with it—into the dirt, then grinding it beneath his heel tens of thousands of times!
Daoist Burning Lamp trembled with rage, his old face turning liver-colored. He pointed at Lin Feng, his lips quivering for a long while, yet he could not utter a single word.
He had locked onto Chi Jingzi?
Before him, the Deputy Sect Leader, and before the Sect of Elucidation's eleven Golden Immortals, Lin Feng intended to kill one of their own?
What contempt! What humiliation!
"Whelp! How dare you!"
True Lord Yu Ding's eyes nearly split open. He forcibly suppressed his churning blood and qi and let out a furious roar.
The other Golden Immortals' eyes were bloodshot as well. Disregarding their own injuries, they frantically circulated their mana, trying to stabilize the formation again and utterly suppress this madman who knew neither heaven nor earth.
Yet, at the instant they made their move—
Lin Feng moved.
Or rather, he had not moved at all.
He merely stood where he was and slowly raised both hands, gently bringing them together before him.
Clap.
It was a crisp sound, like an ordinary person's applause.
Yet with that single clap, the entire world abruptly froze.
The wind stopped, the clouds stilled, and the roaring waves hung frozen in midair. Even the golden motes of light scattered across the sky seemed to have had time paused, hovering there in eerie stillness.
An invisible, intangible, yet omnipresent terrifying force suddenly expanded outward from the Three Immortal Islands.
It was not a formation—or rather, it had already surpassed everything the Sect of Elucidation's Golden Immortals understood about formations.
The island-protecting formation that had always enveloped the Three Immortal Islands seemed to come alive at that moment. It fused perfectly with Lin Feng's vast, ocean-like laws of formations, transforming into an unimaginably enormous invisible cage.
"Not good!"
Daoist Burning Lamp's expression changed drastically as he was the first to sense that something was wrong.
He felt his connection to this world being forcibly severed by an overbearing and tyrannical power!
He wanted to move, but the surrounding space had become incomparably viscous, like solidified amber. Every inch he moved required a hundred or even a thousand times more mana than usual.
"What kind of damned thing is this?!"
Daoist Tianzun, the most hot-tempered of them all, cried out in alarm.
He discovered that the speed at which his proud mana circulated within him had been forcibly suppressed by more than a hundredfold! The endlessly surging river had become a tiny trickle, sluggish beyond measure.
The Myriad Immortals Great Formation, whose intricate formation links connected the auras of eleven Golden Immortals, had been thrown into complete disarray within this strange space.
Forget reforming the golden divine figure—they could not even achieve the most basic exchange of mana now.
Everyone, including Daoist Burning Lamp, was like an insect caught in a spiderweb. Apart from their eyeballs, nothing could move; all that remained was endless terror.
They had become birds in a cage, fish on a chopping block!
And Lin Feng was the only hunter.
"Who still wishes to make noise now?"
Lin Feng's indifferent gaze swept across the scene before settling once more on Chi Jingzi's face, twisted by fear.
Seizing this fleeting opportunity he had personally created, Lin Feng's figure gradually faded from where he stood until he vanished completely.
He did not tear through space, nor was there any dazzling trail of light.
He simply disappeared into thin air.
In an instant, every hair on Chi Jingzi's body stood on end. An icy premonition born of death flooded his primordial spirit like a tide.
Run! He had to run!
That thought grew like wild grass, instantly occupying his every thought.
He wanted to bring out a magical treasure, burn his essence blood, use any divine ability that could save his life.
But it was too late.
The instant that thought arose, a figure in azure appeared before him without warning, close enough to touch.
Those indifferent eyes watched him calmly, as though they were looking at a dead object.
Chi Jingzi was terrified beyond measure, his pupils shrinking to dangerous pinpoints.
He opened his mouth, wanting to let out a desperate cry for help, only to find his throat tightly gripped by an invisible hand. Not the slightest sound could escape.
He watched as Lin Feng held his index and middle fingers together like a blade, a faint azure glow winding around them.
That hand rose, its movement seeming impossibly slow, like a mortal wielding a sword. Every trajectory was clearly visible.
Yet in Chi Jingzi's perception, that hand had locked onto his past, present, and future, sealing off every path to survival!
He could only watch as that seemingly fragile finger lightly swept across his neck.
There was no imagined agony, no spray of blood, not even the slightest sensation.
It was as though a breeze had merely brushed past him.
Lin Feng's figure returned to its previous position as though he had never moved at all, still wearing that calm and unhurried expression.
"You..."
The terror on Chi Jingzi's face froze.
He lowered his head and looked at his body. It was completely unharmed.
Was it an illusion?
The instant that thought arose, an indescribably terrifying sensation erupted from the place on his neck that had been brushed!
That was not a cut, nor was it injury.
It was erasure!
It was the complete severing of the very concept of his existence at the level of the Great Dao Origin!
Chi Jingzi's movements froze completely.
Then, under the horrified gazes of the Sect of Elucidation immortals, a tiny crack, almost too fine to see, appeared on Chi Jingzi's neck.
Immediately afterward, that crack spread madly across his entire body like a spiderweb.
Crack... crack...
The faint sounds of shattering were especially piercing within this deathly silent cage of heaven and earth.
There was no blood, no scream.
Starting from the mark that had been brushed, Chi Jingzi's body, along with his indestructible Grand Unity Golden Immortal primordial spirit, fractured inch by inch and disintegrated. In the end, they turned into billions of motes of the purest Particles, like dancing fireflies, slowly dispersing between heaven and earth.
With a single gust of wind, nothing remained.
One of the Sect of Elucidation's Twelve Golden Immortals, the Saint's outstanding disciple, the Grand Unity Golden Immortal who had shaken the Primordial World—Chi Jingzi.
Body and soul were utterly destroyed!
Silence.
The entire world fell into a maddening silence.
Daoist Burning Lamp was stunned. Taiyi Zhenren was stunned. True Lord Yu Ding was stunned as well.
Every Sect of Elucidation immortal was like a stone statue stripped of its soul, blankly staring at the place where Chi Jingzi had vanished, their minds utterly empty.
He was dead?
Just like that, he was dead?
With a finger brushing across his neck, without even leaving behind a final word, he had been completely erased from the Primordial World?
A chill that pierced to the bone shot from the soles of every Sect of Elucidation immortal's feet straight to the crowns of their heads.
That was not fear. It was trembling born from the instinct of life itself!
The azure-robed man before them was simply not someone they could contend with!
What Myriad Immortals Formation, what Saint's lineage—before absolute power, they were all nothing but a joke!
"Ahhh! Senior Brother Chi Jingzi!"
At last, no one knew whose Dao heart collapsed first, but a shriek so miserable it barely sounded human shattered the dead silence.
Immediately after, a hysterical madness erupted completely among the remaining Sect of Elucidation immortals.
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