บท 13: A Single Finger to Break Rivers
"Are you Yang Wei?" Chen Xia asked indifferently.
Yang Gang's eyes flickered with coldness, his green steel sword humming in his grip as he snorted, "You're courting death!"
Chen Xia nodded and chuckled, "You can give that sentence to yourself."
Yang Gang sneered, drawing his green steel sword, his brows furrowed with murderous intent, "You dare to be known as an immortal, I'll test whether you possess the power of an immortal or not."
Chen Xia did not respond, instead, he focused his mind, allocating all the points he had accumulated over the decade into strength.
[Successful addition, Strength: 35]
A surge of immense power rippled, yet it did not manifest any peculiar phenomena and quickly subsided.
He brushed the dust off his sleeves, not even glancing at Yang Gang, and casually said, "Your timing is off."
Yang Gang's green steel sword emitted a clear ringing sound, responding with mockery, "If I kill you, it will be right on time."
There was no politeness left in his words, the intent to kill was evident.
Chen Xia lowered his head, blew on the dust of his sleeves, then faced Yang Gang with a smile, "You should have come thirty-five years ago, the night I killed your brother. The later you delay, the less you should have come."
This was the truth, as Chen Xia would only grow stronger, and at an alarming rate.
Only then did Yang Gang realize that it was indeed Chen Xia who killed his brother, but he did not show much emotional fluctuation, a ferocious smile spreading across his lips as he nodded, "It's good that you killed that disgraceful waste, now I'll kill all of you, and it will be justified."
Chen Xia's expression remained plain, "Your murderous intent is a bit heavy, isn't it?"
"How can it be heavy if one wants to become an immortal?!" Yang Gang roared, not uttering another word, directly charging at Chen Xia with his green steel sword, the loud ringing of the sword accompanying the rolling sword aura, shattering the street as he swung directly at Chen Xia.
The surrounding martial artists dared not get involved and quickly retreated.
The sword aura halted midway.
The ringing of the sword disappeared.
Yang Gang looked gloomily at what was in front of him.
The sharp sword pointed upwards, with the tip pinched between two fingers.
It was these two fingers that suppressed all the sword aura and force.
Chen Xia was holding the green steel sword with one hand, pinching it upside down!
The onlooking martial artists were shocked and incredulous.
"Your basic strength is insufficient, and you still want to draw a sword?"
Chen Xia laughed and countered, turning his pinched fingers to face palm up, then suddenly flicking the sword tip.
Clang!
The entire green steel sword emitted a very loud, trembling sound, with a surging and continuous force quickly spreading within the sword, making the green steel sword quiver like waves.
The force quickly transferred from the sword to Yang Gang's arm, and then to his entire body.
The sleeve on Yang Gang's sword-wielding arm exploded, turning to dust, his figure retreating fifty steps, landing on the water's surface before he could barely dispel the force.
Chen Xia laughed casually, "You need to retreat fifty steps to receive my flick, wouldn't you have to return to the womb if you received my punch?"
Yang Gang gritted his teeth, his face cold and defiant, "I'm afraid you don't have the ability to turn back time!"
"Are you misunderstanding something?" Chen Xia's lips still wore a smile as he explained, "I'm talking about your next life's womb."
Yang Gang was furious. His naturally arrogant and haughty temperament could not bear such mockery. He suddenly stepped on the water surface, a lotus blossoming beneath his feet, his green steel sword gleaming, and he coldly said, "If you so desperately seek death, I will fulfill your wish!"
Yang Gang let go of his sword, allowing it to fall into the water, while the lotus began to rotate beneath his feet, its six petals falling one by one and sinking into the water.
The onlooking martial artists frowned, as petals should normally float on the water, but Yang Gang's immortal techniques indeed could not be judged by common sense.
Yang Gang suddenly crossed his fingers and sharply lifted them upwards.
The water surface trembled, and numerous flying swords quickly emerged, hovering in front of him.
Led by the green steel sword, the other five were made of pink lotus petals, assisting on the side.
The onlooking martial artists' eyes widened in shock.
This was clearly the divine ability to control swords, a true immortal technique!
Yang Gang sneered, mocking Chen Xia, "I will cut open your flesh and bones one sword at a time, extract your internal organs, and use your soul to light a heavenly lamp!"
Chen Xia straightened his body, scratched his cheek, sighed with some distress, shook his head, and said, "Unfortunately, I am a kind person and cannot give you such 'treatment'. As a reward..."
He paused for a moment, then continued with a smile, "I will just kill you directly."
"On the brink of death!" Yang Gang snorted coldly, lifting his crossed fingers, and a pink flying sword shot out towards Chen Xia's neck.
His fingers kept moving.
The flying swords followed one after another.
Neck, forehead, heart, side of the brain.
All seven flying swords targeted fatal injuries, with no holding back.
Yang Gang's eyes flickered with madness, filled with murderous intent.
He was the most talented in the immortal gate in three hundred years, rightfully the number one under his master, and all mortals should bow to him.
Now that he had come down the mountain under the guise of avenging his brother, he truly just wanted to kill, to experience this feeling of superiority, arbitrarily ending others' lives.
But how could an immortal suddenly appear, even being called one of the two immortals in the world alongside his master.
How could Yang Gang accept this? His desire to kill Chen Xia was overflowing in his heart!
The first flying sword came straight for Chen Xia's neck, with the other six following closely behind, attacking Chen Xia's fatal points one after another.
Chen Xia didn't even look, directly and forcefully grabbing the first flying sword, his immense strength crushing it into dust.
There were still six left.
Chen Xia casually glanced, seeing all the incoming flying swords, his pupils condensing with mysterious yellow energy, and he exhaled.
He lightly exhaled the Jiaolong Qi, and all six flying swords trembled!
The lotus-turned flying swords fell directly to the ground and withered.
The crowd faintly seemed to hear the roar of a dragon, but when they recalled it, they were slightly dazed, unsure of its truth.
The last green steel sword was left standing in the ground, not daring to move.
Yang Gang looked shocked, his crossed fingers constantly shaking, but he could not summon the green steel sword on the ground, his gaze gradually becoming dull, muttering to himself.
"How could this be, how could it..."
Chen Xia's lips curled into a disdainful smile as he asked, "So, do you also deserve to be called an immortal?"
Yang Gang's expression was dull, stunned on the lotus, not responding.
Chen Xia bent his finger, the Jiaolong Qi rolling between his fingers, all his strength condensed on one finger, his smile fading, his face plain as he said.
"Let you see what a true immortal is."
He flicked this finger.
The thick Jiaolong Qi rolled.
The streets along the way began to crack inch by inch, even the deep soil was brutally plowed open.
Time seemed to slow down at this moment, even the distant birds' chirping could be heard clearly.
The Jiaolong Qi rolled to the water surface, tearing a huge gap, revealing the riverbed dozens of meters deep.
Yang Gang's body was hit by the Jiaolong Qi, accompanied by the gully-like riverbed, instantly flying backward three thousand meters, hitting a distant not-so-tall mountain peak.
Boom.
The mountain peak began to collapse.
Yang Gang was gone, and all that could be seen was the freshly shattered pit on the mountain peak, with blood foam evaporating.
It was indeed Chen Xia's flick that directly vaporized Yang Gang.
The surrounding martial artists were stunned, looking at the neatly divided river in front of them and the distant collapsed mountain peak, opening their mouths but not knowing what to say.
A flick to break the river, a flick to destroy the mountain, a flick to kill an immortal.
All three things only required a flick.
This was the true power of an immortal!
They couldn't help but feel a chill, cold sweat breaking out on their backs, if they put themselves in Yang Gang's place, to receive such a flick, they would probably be dead before the river was broken.
Therefore, their gaze towards Chen Xia became even more reverent.
Chen Xia was stunned at the moment, a prompt came to his mind.
[The power of Qi, Primary Jiaolong Qi - Intermediate Jiaolong Qi]
Seeing this prompt, it should be that his Jiaolong Qi had upgraded, and he could clearly feel a surge of thick gas flowing in his body.
Chen Xia yawned and waved to everyone, "If there's nothing else, I'll go back first."
The three major leaders quickly and respectfully said, "Please, if you need anything, just tell us, we will do our best to do it for you!"
"Okay, okay." Chen Xia nodded, then suddenly asked, "How much do you know about this Yang Wei's immortal gate?"
The three major leaders quickly said, "Yang Gang... no, Yang Wei is a disciple of the immortal gate eighty miles away, who joined the immortal gate thirty-five years ago and became the closed-door disciple of that immortal."
"He became famous thirty-five years ago, but his reputation was mostly bad, doing many heinous things, I didn't expect he could still join the immortal gate."
"As for his immortal gate, it is said to have been established three hundred years ago, and its master was also the only immortal in the Great Song before you, and even received the affirmation of the heavenly immortals."
"A hundred years ago, there was this immortal coming out and sweeping the Yanglong Temple, but in the past hundred years, there has been none, it is said that he has gone into a closed death seal."
"Hmm." Chen Xia nodded, sincerely wishing, "I hope he is really dead."
"Er..." The three major leaders did not dare to respond, only smiling and saying.
"You really love to joke."
"Well." Chen Xia nodded indifferently and replied, "I am indeed quite humorous."
The three major leaders were about to respond with a smile.
"But I wasn't joking just now."
Chen Xia added.
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