The great hall was thick with the cloying scent of blood, and the aftershocks of battle had yet to fully settle.
Ling Xi turned her head, looking back at Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Fatty Wang, and Mo Yu behind her.
Yet what met her eyes were four faces etched with sheer, dumbfounded shock—almost frozen stiff.
Fatty Wang’s mouth hung wide open, his jaw practically hitting the floor. His small eyes were bulging round as saucers, as if he had just seen a ghost, staring dead at Ling Xi, forgetting even to breathe.
Mo Yu the Qilin lay sprawled on the ground, forgetting to lick his wounds, using a front claw to furiously rub his eyes, muttering unconsciously under his breath.
“Hallucination... I definitely got knocked into a hallucination just now. I must be dreaming...”
Even the ever-cold, ever-composed Fang Hanyu had completely lost his poise in this moment.
He forgot to steady the ancient sword cradled in his arms, letting it tilt slightly. Those eyes that were usually so icy and aloof were now blown wide, filled with an incredulous, bone-deep dread.
His lips quivered slightly, as if he wanted to speak, yet not a single word would come out.
Xiao Ruobai’s expression was the most complicated of all—shock, bewilderment, disbelief, all melting into a deep, profound awe.
He looked at Ling Xi as if truly seeing this ordinarily quiet, few-spoken Third Junior Sister for the very first time.
Their gazes first unconsciously swept over the fluctuations of aura around Ling Xi that she could not fully suppress after that full-power outburst.
Peak of the King Realm!
All of them felt a jolt at the same moment!
When had Third Junior Sister (or Third Senior Sister) broken through to the peak of the King Realm so quietly, without a single sound?!
This cultivation speed was simply appalling to hear!
But the next second, this startling discovery was completely drowned out by an even stronger, even more mind-shattering tide of shock!
Ah, no!
What they were shocked about wasn’t this at all!
What they were shocked about was that a cultivator at the peak of the King Realm had, with just one finger, nearly killed a Saint King Realm powerhouse at the height of their power—alive?!
That was a Saint King!
A being who surpassed the Saint Realm, a true overlord of their domain!
And Liaoyin Buddha was a veteran powerhouse among Saint Kings!
Before that finger of Ling Xi’s, what Buddhist treasures, what life-saving trump cards—all of it had been as fragile as paper!
If not for that Buddha relic desperately blocking at the very last second, Liaoyin would have already been utterly destroyed, body and soul, dead beyond dead!
A King Realm cultivator, leaping across two entire major realms, ruthlessly crushing a Saint King?!
This wasn’t just crossing levels to fight—this was defying heaven itself! Defying heaven!
It was overturning the eternal iron law of the cultivation world!
“Wha... what the hell?!”
The dead silence finally broke. Fatty Wang was the first to snap back to his senses, letting out an earth-shattering shriek, his voice completely warped with extreme shock and incoherence:
“Th-Third Senior Sister?! You, you, you—what finger technique was that just now?! One finger and you nearly smeared that old bald donkey into nothing?!
Am I seeing things from losing too much blood?! Fatty here didn’t read much, don’t lie to me! A King Realm beating a Saint King?! Is this for real?!”
Mo Yu the Qilin also violently shook his head.
“Is she even human anymore? I used to think Master’s battle against Xiu Luo made him a peerless monster undefeated at the same level, but now there’s someone even more ferocious than Master.”
At this moment, Mo Yu’s loyalty to Xiao Ruobai, his sense of belonging to this small group, was forged even stronger under the extreme shock, taking on a nearly devout quality.
To be able to follow such a Master, to walk alongside such monsters—perhaps he, Mo Yu, had truly embarked on an unprecedented path leading to heights beyond imagination.
Even Fang Hanyu, who was always cold as ice, finally clawed back a sliver of his voice from the extreme shock.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his churning thoughts. His worldview, in this very moment, had taken a hit it had never experienced before.
Xiao Ruobai said nothing. He simply gazed deeply at Ling Xi, his expression infinitely complex.
The power Ling Xi had displayed completely defied any explanation within the bounds of common sense.
As the Big Senior Brother, being left so far behind by his junior sister stirred an indescribable sense of urgency within him.
He had to speed up his cultivation!
Faced with the four of them staring at her like she was some kind of monster, Ling Xi’s pale face showed no change. She only furrowed her brows slightly.
Seeming somewhat unaccustomed to the current atmosphere, she spoke indifferently, her voice weak yet still cool:
“Just a small life-saving trick. It comes at a cost. Let’s leave this place first—it’s not safe to stay here long.”
She glossed over that world-shaking finger with casual understatement.
Earlier, when Liaoyin Buddha had secretly slipped in here, Ling Xi had sensed him and secretly transmitted word to the others, planning to turn the tables by luring him in and then taking him down.
They all knew Ling Xi would eventually strike the final decisive blow. They had assumed she would use some offensive treasure—never imagining she would unleash such a stunning strike with her own raw power alone.
At this moment, in the minds of Xiao Ruobai and the others, the image of this Third Junior Sister (or Third Senior Sister) had become profoundly mysterious and utterly fathomless.
Little Black, without anyone noticing, had transformed into a tiny bird, silently perched on Xiao Ruobai’s sleeve, yet its eyes at that moment were filled with bone-piercing coldness.
It didn’t spare much attention to Ling Xi’s awe-inspiring finger. Its gaze pierced through the barriers of the hall, locking onto the direction Liaoyin Buddha had fled, and even further, to the distant Western Regions.
It gave a cold snort inwardly.
“Daring to break the rule I set—that those above a hundred years old, the older generation, must not make a move—the Buddhist sects of the Western Regions... you have crossed the line!”
And Little White had also transformed into a small snake, its pitch-black body slithering into view within the shadows of the hall.
Out in the Western Regions, above a desolate, uninhabited valley, space suddenly tore open. A dim, bloodied light stumbled out, revealing Liaoyin Buddha’s broken, mangled frame, his aura withered to the extreme.
“Pfft—!”
The moment he appeared, he sprayed out another large mouthful of foul blood mixed with fragments of golden Buddhist power, his body swaying dangerously as he nearly fell from the sky.
He barely steadied himself. His gaunt face was utterly bloodless, and only in his eyes could one see the terror of crawling back from death’s door, a bone-deep venom, and a lingering, incredulous dread that he could not shake.
“Cough... damn it! Truly damn it all!”
Liaoyin Buddha clutched his sunken chest, feeling the faint golden body inside him now dim and lifeless, as well as that Buddha relic covered in cracks, its spirit greatly diminished—his heart dripped blood!
Over a thousand years of bitter cultivation, almost reduced to nothing!
“What finger technique was that woman using?! How could a King Realm possess such terrifying power?!
To ignore the gap in cultivation levels and strike straight at the essence, even nearly shattering the Buddha relic!”
He recalled that one finger in the great hall, so casual and yet seemingly capable of severing everything in the world, and still felt a stabbing pain in his very soul, his lingering fear refusing to fade.
If not for the relic left by his patriarch saving his life, he would have already turned to ash like Fakong!
“That technique is definitely not something that should exist in the mortal world! Could she be a reincarnated ancient mighty one? Or did she obtain some forbidden inheritance?”
Liaoyin’s thoughts raced, and the more he thought, the more terrifying it became.
He had only come to seize an opportunity, never expecting to kick a board this hard!
“Trouble, this is real trouble now!”
Liaoyin Buddha suddenly thought of the mysterious existence behind Xiao Ruobai and the others—that terrifying figure who could wipe out the entire Glazed Sacred Ground with a snap of his fingers!
His attack on Xiu Luo and the others had failed, but his intentions were already exposed beyond doubt, and what was worse, he had violated the rule that “those over a hundred years old may not act,” which was undoubtedly a hard slap in the face to that existence!
“I must return to Mount Lingshan at once! I have to report this to the several old ancestors in seclusion!”
Urgency flashed across Liaoyin’s face, and a trace of ruthlessness and resolve flickered in his eyes.
But just as he was about to drag his broken body and race back toward the Buddhist sect, a bone-chilling voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
“You broke my rule. You don’t get to go back alive.”
Before Liaoyin Buddha could even react, he felt a terrifying force materialize out of thin air and sweep across his mangled body!
“No… spare me…”
At this moment, all thoughts of Buddhist mercy and vanquishing demons were completely thrown aside in the face of death.
Only one thought remained in his mind: I don’t want to die.
But before he could even finish speaking, Liaoyin lowered his head and saw his legs and arms gradually turning to ash.
Then it spread to his entire body, and an instant later, his consciousness sank into endless darkness—utterly annihilated.
Little Black blinked innocently from inside Xiao Ruobai’s sleeve, as if he had nothing to do with any of this.
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