Killing People with One Finger

"You're Yang Wei, aren't you?" Chen Xia asked plainly.

Yang Gang's eyes flashed with coldness as the green steel sword in his hand buzzed. He sneered, "You're asking for death!"

Chen Xia nodded and laughed lightly. "Those words you can give to yourself."

Yang Gang let out a cold chuckle. He drew out the green steel sword, his eyebrows filled with killing intent. "You dare to call yourself an immortal, I will have to see if you have the power of an immortal."

Chen Xia did not respond. His mind sank into his mind and he added all the points accumulated over the past ten years to his strength.

[Allocation successful, Strength: 35]

A torrential strength surged wildly but did not manifest any anomalies. It soon returned to calm.

He patted the flying dust clinging to his sleeve, didn't even glance at Yang Gang, and casually remarked.

"You've come at the wrong time."

Yang Gang's green steel sword let out a clear cry. He sneered in response, "As long as I kill you, it will be the right time."

As he spoke, he was already unrestrained, his killing intent fully revealed.

Chen Xia lowered his head and blew the dust off his sleeve. Only then did he face Yang Gang, smiling, "You should have come thirty-five years ago on the night I killed your brother. The longer you drag it out, the less you should come."

This was the truth, because Chen Xia would only grow stronger at an astounding rate.

Only then did Yang Gang know it was Chen Xia who killed his brother, but there was not much change in his expression. The corners of his mouth cracked into a hideous smile as he nodded, "It's just as well you killed that shameful waste of space. Now I will kill you both, fair and square."

Chen Xia's expression was calm. "Your killing intent is a bit heavy."

"How else to attain immortality?!"

Yang Gang roared. No more words, he directly gripped the green steel sword, shattered the last half of the crossing with a resounding cry, rolled up the street with surging sword qi, and slashed straight at Chen Xia.

The surrounding jianghu knights did not dare to participate, and quickly retreated.

Halfway through, the sword qi came to an abrupt halt.

The cry of the sword dissipated.

Yang Gang's expression was gloomy as he looked ahead.

The sharp blade pointed up, pinned between two fingers at the tip.

It was these two fingers that suppressed all the sword qi and force.

Chen Xia had flipped the green steel sword with one hand!

The onlooking jianghu crowd was shocked, unbelieving.

"Without even the most basic strength, yet you still want to make others draw their swords?" Chen Xia asked with a laugh. His flipping fingers straightened and flicked sharply at the sword tip.

Dang!

An extremely loud tremor resonated from the green steel sword as the torrential force quickly transmitted through the blade, causing the green steel sword to shake like ocean waves.

The force quickly transferred from the blade to Yang Gang's sword-wielding arm, then his entire body.

The sleeve where Yang Gang held the sword exploded into shreds. His figure stumbled back fifty steps onto the water's surface before he could finally deflect the force.

Chen Xia casually laughed, "Retreating fifty steps from just my finger flick, if it were my fist, wouldn't you have to retreat back into your mother's womb?"

Yang Gang gritted his teeth, his face gloomy. Unwilling to admit defeat, he retorted, "I'm afraid you don't have the ability to turn back time!"

"Did you misunderstand something?" The corners of Chen Xia's mouth still held a smile as he explained, "I was talking about your next life's mother's womb."

Yang Gang was furious. He was naturally arrogant and conceited. How could he endure such ridicule? Stepping on the water, a lotus blossomed from under his feet. The green steel sword revealed its edge. He said coldly, "Since you seek death, I will fulfill it for you!"

Yang Gang directly let go, letting the green steel sword fall into the water. At the same time, the lotus under his feet began to spin, a total of six petals, falling one by one into the water.

The onlooking jianghu knights frowned. In principle, the petals should float on the water, but with the immortal arts Yang Gang was using, they certainly could not view it by conventional reasoning.

Yang Gang suddenly put his fingers together and sharply thrust upwards.

The water's surface trembled violently, and flying swords swiftly drilled out, suspended in front of him.

With the green steel sword at the lead, the other five were pink lotus petals, flanking it on the side.

The onlooking jianghu crowd's pupils widened in shock and horror.

This was clearly the immortal art of controlling swords!

Yang Gang's mouth cracked into a cold grin. He taunted Chen Xia, "Later I will cut open your skin and flesh one sword at a time, chop up your bones, dig out your organs, and light your soul as a sky lantern!"

Chen Xia straightened his body, scratched his cheek, sighed worriedly, and shook his head. "Unfortunately, I am a kind person and cannot give you such 'treatment'. In return..."

He paused for a moment, continuing with a smile, "I'll just beat you to death."

"Death comes for you!" Yang Gang let out a cold humph. His put-together fingers pulled up and a pink flying sword shot out abruptly, aimed at Chen Xia's throat.

His fingers kept waving.

The flying swords went out in succession.

Throat, forehead, heart, temple.

Seven flying swords all went for the fatal blows, leaving no room.

In Yang Gang's eyes flickered the madness, all mixed with killing intent.

He was the most talented person in the Immortal Sect in the last three hundred years, and should have been second only to the Master. All mortals in the world should bow down before him.

Now that he had come down the mountain, under the guise of avenging his brother, he actually just wanted to kill, to experience the feeling of being high above, arbitrarily ending the lives of others.

How could he accept the sudden appearance of an immortal, who was even called the two immortals in the world along with his Master?

At this moment, Yang Gang's heart was filled with the desire to kill Chen Xia!

The first flying sword headed straight for Chen Xia's throat, the remaining six followed closely after, successively attacking Chen Xia's fatal points.

Chen Xia didn't even look. He directly grabbed the first flying sword brutishly, crushing force grinding it into dust.

There were six left.

Chen Xia's eyes casually glanced over, clearly seeing all the stabbing flying swords. The profound yellow energy condensed in his pupils. He opened his mouth and spit out.

With a light spit of Flood Dragon qi, all six flying swords trembled!

The lotus petal swords even directly wilted and fell to the ground.

The crowd vaguely seemed to hear the roar of a dragon, but upon recollection it became slightly blurry, uncertain if real.

Only the last green steel sword was left sticking in the ground, not daring to move.

Yang Gang's expression was shocked. His put-together fingers kept shaking, but no matter how he tried, he could not summon the green steel sword on the ground. His gaze gradually became blank as he mumbled to himself.

"How could this be, how could this be..."

The corners of Chen Xia's mouth curled into disdain. "As such, you still call yourself an immortal?"

Yang Gang had a blank expression, dazed upon the lotus flower, unresponding.

Chen Xia flexed his finger, Flood Dragon qi swirling within. His whole body's power concentrated on one finger as his smile faded and his expression flattened.

"Let me show you what a real immortal is."

As this finger flicked out.

The thick Flood Dragon qi churned.

The streets around began to crumble inch by inch, even the soil deep below was brutally plowed open.

It was as if time itself had slowed in this moment. Even the cries of distant birds could be heard clear and distinct.

The Flood Dragon qi churned onto the water's surface, tearing open a huge hole that revealed the riverbed dozens of meters below.

Yang Gang's body was struck by the Flood Dragon qi. Along with the gouged riverbed, he was sent flying three thousand meters in an instant, smashing into a nearby low mountain peak.

Boom.

The mountain peak started collapsing.

Yang Gang was gone. Only the just shattered crater on the peak could be seen, with blood mist dissipating from it.

Indeed, Chen Xia's one finger had directly vaporized Yang Gang.

The surrounding jianghu people were stunned, looking at the neatly divided great river before them, and the collapsed mountain peak in the distance. They opened and closed their mouths, but did not know what to say.

One finger to split the river, one finger to crush a mountain, one finger to kill an immortal.

Three deeds, all accomplished with a single finger.

This was the true power of an immortal!

They could not help but feel chilled to the bone, cold sweat appearing on their backs. If they imagined themselves in Yang Gang's place, facing such a finger, they would probably be annihilated before even reaching the split river.

Therefore, their gazes towards Chen Xia became even more awed.

At this moment, Chen Xia was also stunned. A prompt sounded in his mind.

[Qi Luck in effect. Junior Flood Dragon Qi - Intermediate Flood Dragon Qi]

Judging by this prompt, it seemed his Flood Dragon qi had leveled up. He could now clearly feel a thick energy churning within his body.

Chen Xia let out a breath and waved at the crowd. "Nothing to see here, I'll be going first."

The three Sect Leaders quickly spoke respectfully, "Please go ahead. Let us know if you need anything, we will do our utmost to satisfy!"

"Very well." Chen Xia nodded, then suddenly asked, "What do you know about Yang Wei's Immortal Sect?"

The three Sect Leaders quickly replied, "Yang Gang... no, Yang Wei was a disciple of the Immortal Sect eighty li from here. He joined thirty-five years ago and became that immortal's closed-door disciple."

"Thirty-five years ago he had already made a name for himself, though it was an infamous one. He committed many malicious deeds that harmed the heavens and reason, yet still managed to join the Immortal Sect."

"As for his Immortal Sect, it was said to be established three hundred years ago. Its founder was also this Song dynasty's only resident immortal, even recognized by the celestials.

"A hundred years ago there was another immortal who came forth from them, forcefully pushing the Dragon Raising Temple, though nothing more was heard in these past hundred years. It's said he closed up in seclusion."

"Mm." Chen Xia nodded, then sincerely wished, "I hope he really died."

"Uh..." The three Sect Leaders did not dare to respond, only smiling awkwardly. "You really love joking around."

"Mm." Chen Xia nodded indifferently. "I am quite humorous."

Just as the three Sect Leaders were about to laugh along.

"But I wasn't joking just now."

Chen Xia added.