Finger Flick to Obliterate Immortals

The crowd stared at the bloodstained Qiankun Ring, their pupils shrinking to pinpoints as waves of shock surged through their hearts.

"How is this possible!?"

"Did this brat really do it?"

"Kid, what kind of demonic trick did you use to kill an immortal!?" the immortals roared in fury.

Facing their accusations, Gu Qingfeng swept his gaze over them with disdain and sneered, "A bunch of useless trash, wasting my damn time. If you’ve got the guts, come and take it. If not, crawl back home to your mothers. What’s with all the pointless chatter?"

"You insolent wretch!"

"A mere mortal, yet you dare speak so arrogantly!"

The immortals glared at him, their rage boiling over. Immortals looked down on mortals, yet here they were being mocked by one—and with such vulgar words at that.

Despite their fury, these immortals were cunning old foxes. Though they appeared furious, none rashly stepped forward. Instead, they observed carefully, searching for weaknesses or waiting for someone else to test the waters.

After all, an immortal had just died mysteriously. Who wouldn’t be terrified?

A moment later, someone finally couldn’t hold back.

It was a burly man with a thick beard, his muscular arms bare and coiled like gnarled tree roots, gleaming with a metallic sheen—a clear sign of a body-refining immortal.

Confident in his indestructible physique, which rivaled immortal weapons, the bearded man believed he wouldn’t meet the same inexplicable fate as the yellow-robed immortal.

"Let me deal with you!" the bearded man scoffed as he strode forward, heading straight for the line Gu Qingfeng had drawn, clearly unconvinced that crossing it would mean death.

A glint of amusement flashed in Gu Qingfeng’s eyes as he watched the bearded man with interest.

Just as the man was about to reach the line, his mocking expression vanished, replaced by viciousness. With a sudden burst of crimson immortal light, he pivoted sharply and charged straight at Gu Qingfeng.

The bearded man was far from reckless. His logic was simple: if he couldn’t figure out the trick behind the line, he’d just eliminate the one who drew it—Gu Qingfeng.

No matter how sinister the line or what traps lay in wait, killing the person responsible would solve everything.

As the crimson light erupted from his body, his robust frame withered unnaturally, growing thinner while the light around him burned brighter.

His speed skyrocketed, turning him into a blazing streak of divine fire. The scorching heat ignited the void itself, leaving a charred trail in its wake.

"Die! Solar Annihilation Strike!"

The bearded man threw a punch, condensing the crimson light into his fist until it shone like a miniature sun. The fiery fist imprint tore through the air, radiating overwhelming yang energy and an indomitable aura of destruction.

The strike was straightforward, devoid of any flourish, embodying the principle of simplicity in the Dao. He poured all his strength into this single blow—a move meant to kill in one decisive strike.

Though merely a loose immortal, the power behind this punch rivaled that of a true immortal. The sheer force made the other immortals pale, and those standing too close felt a deadly pressure creeping over them.

Only now did they realize that the man they’d dismissed as a brute had been hiding such terrifying strength.

There was no doubt—if any of them tried to block this punch head-on, they’d have no choice but to dodge or die.

This was also part of the bearded man’s cunning. He went all out from the start for two reasons: first, the yellow-robed immortal’s bizarre death demanded caution, and second, he aimed to establish dominance. By obliterating Gu Qingfeng in one strike, he’d intimidate the others and secure a larger share of the spoils later.

His plan was flawless… until the moment his fist reached Gu Qingfeng.

To the immortals, the punch was awe-inspiring. To Gu Qingfeng, it wasn’t even worth a glance.

Languidly, he extended a slender, pale finger and flicked it.

Trillions of years’ worth of demonic power surged forth, coalescing into a single point at his fingertip.

Whoosh!

The speck of demonic light shot forth, meeting the crimson sun-like charge of the bearded man.

In an instant, the man was pierced through. Before he could even process what had happened, his ferocious expression froze mid-snarl. His charging body came to an abrupt halt, standing rigid like a statue.

The immortals were dumbfounded. What was happening? Why had the bearded man stopped mid-attack?

Had he been hit by some legendary immobilization spell?

Just then, the bearded man’s lips twitched. "So… fast…"

The moment the words left his mouth, cracks spiderwebbed across his body under the horrified gazes of the crowd, as if he were a delicate porcelain vase shattering from within.

Crack!

His body exploded into countless fragments, dissolving into a rain of light that vanished into the void.

It turned out that Gu Qingfeng's single strike had completely shattered the burly man's body, cultivation, and primordial spirit. The sheer terror of his trillion-year cultivation was such that with just a casual flick of his finger, he had utterly annihilated the man, leaving his body broken inside and out.

Thus, another immortal had fallen.

The gathered immortals were aghast, their faces twisting in shock. Never had they imagined that such a formidable figure as the burly man could perish so effortlessly—killed mid-strike before even completing a single move.

Despite their centuries of immortal existence, none had ever heard of something so horrifying.

Their gazes toward Gu Qingfeng shifted—no longer filled with disdain or scorn, but now tinged with wariness, suspicion, and even a trace of fear.

"Just who are you?!" a gray-robed man demanded, his voice trembling with uncertainty.

Gu Qingfeng ignored him entirely. Instead, he idly raised his hand, revealing a severed finger resting in his palm—a finger adorned with a spatial ring.

He tossed the finger onto the treasure mound, then cast a dismissive glance at the immortals and said coolly, "The spoils have grown. Those with the courage may take them. As for the cowards... best you leave now, lest you embarrass yourselves further."

The crowd exchanged uneasy glances, falling into dead silence. Not a single one dared to utter another challenge.

The deaths of two immortals in quick succession had chilled them to the bone.

Yet, one should never underestimate the greed of men—nor their obsession with reputation.

Suddenly, the gray-robed man's face twisted with resolve as he declared, "Fellow Daoists, this brat has slain disciples from our sects, seized the Taiyi inheritance, and now insults us to our faces! If we retreat today, cowed by a mere mortal, how can we ever hold our heads high in the Star River's lower reaches again?"

The immortals' eyes flickered at his words, their pride pricked.

Indeed—they were all immortals, figures of some renown in the lower realms. If word spread that they had fled before a mortal, they would never live it down.