Xiao Yan gazed at the breathtaking sight before him and smiled faintly. Without a word, he slowly extended a finger.
He had played along for long enough, holding back an entire ocean.
It was time to give Yanran a glimpse of the gap between their strengths.
This one finger would curb her pride and impatience!
Of course, it was merely a casual thrust of his finger.
If it had been the Heavenly Flame Ancient Finger, even he could not currently muster the energy required for a heaven-tier high-level Dou Technique.
Xiao Yan estimated that he would need to reach at least peak Dou Zun, perhaps even Half-Saint, before he could barely manage to unleash it.
Boom!
As Xiao Yan thrust his finger forward, a stream of crimson energy erupted from his fingertip, radiating blistering heat like a surge of molten lava.
In an instant, the phantom of an enormous crimson finger formed in the sky and crashed down upon the onrushing waterfall of swords.
One thrust of a finger, and crimson blotted out the sky!
The sword waterfall exploded the instant it made contact.
It could not withstand even a single breath.
"This..."
Nalan Yanran's pupils abruptly contracted as she watched the waterfall of sword energy vanish in an instant.
Was this Brother Xiao Yan's true strength?
Even a casual attack far surpassed the limits of what I could reach.
So strong!
Yet, for some reason, as she watched Xiao Yan casually annihilate her strongest attack with a single finger, an alluring flush suddenly spread across Nalan Yanran's face, and her heart began racing.
She came to a halt in midair.
"Brother Xiao Yan, I lost!"
Nalan Yanran put away her sword and cupped her hands.
Naturally, Xiao Yan noticed the subtle changes in her, and his expression turned rather