Finger Snap Startling Thunder

Previously, when the Nine Palm Commander and Grandma Hong were fighting fiercely, Wu Tie watched from afar, unable to discern their movements at all.

When the Eighth Commander made his move, Wu Tie was shocked to discover that he still couldn't see the Eighth Commander's movements.

The Eighth Commander let out a light shout, and after the sound of a straight saber being drawn from its sheath, Wu Tie's vision suddenly went black.

Darkness descended.

Everything was pitch black in all directions.

It was as if heaven and earth were enveloped in black mist, with no light whatsoever.

The heavy darkness felt substantial, collapsing and crushing in from all sides. Wu Tie couldn't see or hear, and even through his tight-fitting armor, he could feel the darkness like thick, moldy fish skin, covering his skin.

Every pore felt blocked, completely unable to sense anything from the outside world.

Even the invisible force field formed by his innate divine ability, 'Control Heaven and Earth,' was compressed by the heavy darkness to within three feet of his body.

Within three feet, Wu Tie could barely sense his surroundings through the invisible force field. Beyond three feet, it was pitch black and hazy, like standing in the boundless void of darkness, empty and without support, instilling fear and despair from the bottom of his heart.

Chirrrp!

A flash of lightning streaked through the darkness.

It was the Eighth Commander's saber attack, a direct strike aimed at Wu Tie's neck.

Wu Tie hastily put his helmet back on and swung his spear in an arc to block the Eighth Commander's straight saber.

The invisible force field sensed the incoming saber light, which was now less than three feet from Wu Tie. Even though Wu Tie swung his spear extremely fast, the Eighth Commander was several times faster. His spear had barely been raised when the saber struck Wu Tie's neck.

A loud bang, and sparks flew.

The edge of the Eighth Commander's five-foot straight saber gleamed with a bloody light. Fine patterns on the blade suddenly lit up, and the edge remained completely unmarked.

Up until now, no matter the saber or sword strike, Wu Tie's armor had always withstood them with incredible resilience; any blade that touched it would either break or chip.

The Eighth Commander's straight saber was of excellent quality. Although it couldn't break through Wu Tie's armor, it itself suffered no damage.

A tremendous force struck, and Wu Tie's neck throbbed with pain. He choked, and was sent flying backward. Even through the incredibly sturdy armor, Wu Tie felt as if his neck had been cleaved, and he tasted blood in his throat.

Before his body even hit the ground, several more saber lights, swift as lightning, descended from the darkness.

They were indeed like lightning. At least Wu Tie could barely sense their presence through his invisible force field, but he was utterly unable to dodge them, nor did he have the strength to. The saber lights fell like lightning, and Wu Tie's body, like a leaf in the wind, spun uncontrollably, sent flying in all directions.

Sparks flew, and the ear-piercing sound of chopping echoed continuously.

Wu Tie's body spun rapidly, like a windmill, unable to stabilize himself.

The Eighth Commander's cold voice echoed from the darkness: "Interesting. This armor must be an Ancient Treasure, truly sturdy."

In the darkness, Wu Tie roared in anger and fear.

He judged that he was no match for the three Commanders, but he hadn't expected the gap in their strength to be so vast. Feeling the heavy blows to his neck, chest, abdomen, and ribs, if not for his incredibly sturdy armor, he would have died countless times already.

"Old Tie... I'm no match for them at all!" Wu Tie wanted to shout, but he felt ashamed and ultimately kept quiet.

Dong! With a loud thud, Wu Tie crashed into a thick stalagmite.

His body embedded deeply into the stalagmite. The Eighth Commander pursued him relentlessly, his straight saber unleashing countless sharp slashes that fiercely struck Wu Tie's body. The continuous, dense impacts caused Wu Tie's body to tremble violently. The stalagmite only held for a single breath before Wu Tie broke through it and flew out from behind.

"You... you bastard..." Wu Tie's body spun rapidly. His toes suddenly touched solid ground, and he stomped down with all his might, his lower legs sinking deep into the mud.

Unable to see or hear, and with his invisible force field only extending three feet around him, Wu Tie instinctively unleashed all his strength. His spear whistled through the air as he thrust it forward in a straight line.

The Eighth Commander, holding his straight saber, was lunging directly at Wu Tie from the front.

The Eighth Commander's speed was ghost-like, but Wu Tie's spear thrust was even faster. In a flash, the spear almost reached the Eighth Commander's chest.

With a strange laugh, the Eighth Commander, truly like an intangible phantom, spun his body along the tip of the spear, silently evading the swift thrust. He put away his futile straight saber, spun his body, and appeared behind Wu Tie, grabbing him fiercely by the shoulders.

The next moment, before Wu Tie could even retract his spear, he was lifted by the Eighth Commander.

In an instant, Wu Tie was lifted by the Eighth Commander to the very top of the dome.

"Die!" the Eighth Commander whispered menacingly into Wu Tie's ear, then exerted all his strength, throwing Wu Tie down from thousands of meters in the air.

Wu Tie suddenly broke free from the dark space created by the Eighth Commander. He escaped the dense darkness and saw a sharp stalagmite directly below him. The stalagmite, over ten meters long, pointed straight up into the sky like a sharp spear.

The Eighth Commander's strength was immense, and Wu Tie plummeted at an incredibly fast speed.

In just one breath, the stalagmite was right in front of him.

Wu Tie let out a long roar, activating his invisible force field to its maximum. His downward speed rapidly decreased, the air around him rippled, and visible air ripples spread in circles around his body.

With a deafening crash, even though Wu Tie had slowed his descent, he still smashed squarely onto the protruding stalagmite.

The ten-meter-long stalagmite shattered entirely, exploding into countless fist-sized fragments that scattered in all directions.

Wu Tie's abdomen was heavily impacted by the stalagmite. His body folded almost in half, rebounding seven or eight meters high before falling back to the ground.

Intense pain surged through him, and Wu Tie couldn't help but cry out. His entire spine vibrated violently, and Wu Tie felt as if each vertebra was about to detach and his spine was about to shatter.

His spine violently jolted, causing Wu Tie's body to spasm and roll wildly on the ground.

The Eighth Commander chuckled lowly: "Ignorant child, you think you can be so arrogant just because you obtained an Ancient Treasure armor? How dare you oppose my Mist Blades?"

On the wooden boat, Eunuch Gu and Eunuch Lan exchanged glances and took a step forward simultaneously.

The other two Mist Blade Commanders stepped forward simultaneously, blocking Eunuch Gu and Eunuch Lan without a word.

The Longevity Cult was adept at using their opponents' strength against them, skillfully employing external forces to achieve their goals.

It was obvious they saw Eighth Commander about to strike Wu Tie heavily and wanted to save him. The purpose of saving Wu Tie was none other than to have him continue to trouble the Mist Blades, thereby weakening their strength.

However, since the two Commanders had seen through Eunuch Gu and Eunuch Lan's intentions, how could they let them succeed?

Across the hundred-meter-wide river, both sides were at a standoff, a major battle poised to erupt at any moment.

"Kid, no treasure comes without a price... Your ancient treasure armor has such powerful defense, but how many heavy blows can it withstand?" Eighth Commander descended rapidly from the sky, his feet treading on wisps of dark energy.

He drew his saber and slashed out dozens of blade energies, several meters long, whistling as they struck Wu Tie.

Faint, extremely fine streams of light continuously appeared on Wu Tie's armor.

Just as Eighth Commander had said, Wu Tie's armor had its limits for defense. When he fought Shi Lingqing previously, the armor had been unable to withstand the intense and violent attacks within a short period, exceeding its limits and detaching from Wu Tie.

Fine streams of light appeared, and the blade energies continued to fall, emitting harsh clashing sounds.

Wu Tie's body trembled violently. He was being chopped and pushed deeper into the ground. In just a few breaths, a pit seven to eight meters in diameter and several meters deep had appeared around him.

Suddenly, the armor on Wu Tie's body began to writhe.

Eighth Commander's attacks had reached the armor's defensive limit, and these were far more ferocious than Shi Lingqing's previous attacks.

The armor rapidly melted, flowing down as a pale white metallic liquid, which then condensed into a metallic sphere the size of a human head beside Wu Tie.

"Wonderful, this treasure is mine." Eighth Commander chuckled lowly. He had descended to less than ten meters above the ground and flicked his saber, stabbing towards Wu Tie's chest.

Thousands of meters away, on a small hill, Old Tie quietly appeared.

Blood-red light surged in his eyes, and wisps of electric light flowed across his large teeth. Thick, palpable blood-red light flowed from his slightly parted lips, as if immense power was about to erupt from his mouth at any moment.

Wu Tie lay on the ground, Eighth Commander descended from the sky, and Old Tie's mouth slowly opened. Just as the long-accumulated, astonishing attack was about to be unleashed, Wu Tie let out a strange cry. The first segment of his left index finger suddenly lit up.

Intense pain struck. His left index finger felt as if it were burning in a fierce fire, or perhaps it had become a black hole, constantly drawing in Wu Tie's flesh and blood.

In that instant, Wu Tie had the illusion that his left hand no longer belonged to him. His left index finger twitched violently, and his entire left arm shot up uncontrollably, leaping forward like a serpent before striking.

Subconsciously, inexplicably, Wu Tie bent his finger and flicked it gently.

His left index finger struck like a giant crossbow bolt, its tip shattering the air with a 'boom.'

With a seemingly effortless flick, Wu Tie's left index finger tore through the air, easily breaking the sound barrier.

The skin and flesh at his fingertip exploded. The force of this flick far exceeded what the skin and flesh of his fingertip could withstand.

Drops of blood splattered, along with tiny fragments of flesh. Wu Tie's left index finger flicked out, precisely hitting the descending saber.

Eighth Commander's saber was over five feet long, no more than two fingers wide, slender and sharp. Its blade emanated a daunting bloody aura, with extremely fine blood-red patterns faintly visible on its edge, exuding a suffocating, blood-colored chill.

This was a divine weapon. As one of the Mist Blade Commanders, Eighth Commander's weapon was naturally no ordinary item.

Given Eighth Commander's immense strength, this saber had clashed with Wu Tie's armor over a hundred times without any damage, indicating that the saber was not only expertly forged but also crafted from extremely precious materials.

Wu Tie's fingertip collided with the saber.

Wu Tie suddenly felt his left index finger's first segment vibrating intensely.

It vibrated at an extremely high frequency, much like the Chi You's Fang of the past. The violent vibration made the first segment of his finger impossible to discern with the naked eye.

A piercingly sharp impact sound rang out.

This single impact sound was actually composed of tens of thousands of extremely brief, continuous impacts. Wu Tie's first finger segment vibrated intensely. What appeared to be a casual flick was, in that instant, tens of thousands of strikes from his finger bone against Eighth Commander's saber.

The saber, which had withstood over a hundred collisions with Wu Tie's armor without a scratch, suddenly cracked.

Large sparks flew.

The saber shattered, with the largest fragments no bigger than a sesame seed.

Eighth Commander's hand felt light. He was greatly alarmed and let out an involuntary scream.

The saber had disintegrated, and even the hilt, over a foot long, exploded into fragments.

The fragments of the shattered blade were still vibrating violently, the tiny pieces continuously disintegrating and breaking apart.

Wu Tie subconsciously recalled the legends of 'Chi You's Fang' – anything metallic touched would shatter. Indeed, wasn't Eighth Commander's saber just shattered?

Shattered, but that wasn't all. Wu Tie also saw...

No, he didn't see. His naked eye couldn't perceive such minute changes. It was his invisible force field, covering his body, that allowed him to see, amidst the countless fragments of the blade, extremely bright, fine points of light rapidly flowing out, like a stream being swallowed by his first finger segment.

To be precise, the first segment of Wu Tie's left index finger had shattered Eighth Commander's saber, drawing a large amount of essence from this rare divine weapon, and greedily absorbing this essence.

A tiny, intensely hot energy sprayed from the first finger segment, like a fine needle, piercing the second segment of Wu Tie's left index finger.

Wu Tie subconsciously glanced at his left index finger.

He instinctively sensed that the second segment of his left index finger had become much stronger.

Not just its hardness, not just its flexibility, but other changes had also occurred. Mysterious changes that Wu Tie couldn't yet comprehend... Even the color of this finger bone had become slightly deeper.

Eighth Commander stared dumbfoundedly at the disintegrating saber in his hand.

Wu Tie leaped up, let out a long roar, bent his left index finger, and flicked it forcefully at the center of Eighth Commander's chest.

With this strike, Wu Tie poured all his strength.

His left index finger vibrated violently. With a 'snap', all the flesh and blood on Wu Tie's left index finger exploded, scattering into a small mist of blood.

The finger bone, with a trace of an unusually deep hue, pierced through the Eighth Commander's thoracic vertebrae as easily as a knife through tofu.

The Eighth Commander cried out in pain, spewing a mouthful of black blood as he retreated rapidly, stepping on black mist. Cracking sounds echoed from his chest; Wu Tie's single finger had directly shattered all the bones in his chest, nearly obliterating his entire upper body.

"Old Eight..." The two Commanders, Mist Blades, turned back in horror.

Eunuch Gu and Eunuch Lan roared with ecstatic laughter, leaping into the air and lunging towards the two Commanders.