Chapter 345 Land Immortal Points at Heaven and Earth

Time, at this moment, seemed to become incomparably slow.

Yet Emperor Liu Sheng, the target of the attack, still stood there.

The faint smile on his face did not even change.

He watched quietly, watching that black phantom carrying death and destruction draw closer and clearer within his pupils.

His hand holding the teacup remained as steady as a rock.

Not until the fierce wind, strong enough to tear mountains and rivers apart, had stirred his sleeves and long hair did he finally make a move.

He slowly raised his right hand.

Emperor Liu Sheng raised his right hand.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no brilliant flare of bursting Qi.

His movements were calm and unhurried, even carrying a touch of casualness, as if he were brushing a fallen leaf from his shoulder.

Yet, at the very instant he raised his hand, the entire world seemed to change.

An aura, indescribable and beyond mortal comprehension, like the majestic might of the heavens, rose from his seemingly slender frame.

This aura was formless and intangible, yet it was everywhere.

It was not as sharp and overbearing as a Great Grandmaster's Qi, but carried a more primordial, heavier majesty that seemed to merge with this world.

The wind stopped.

The sounds of slaughter, shouting, and clashing weapons vanished eerily at this moment.

Eunuch Fan Dapao's violent cannon-hammer froze in mid-air.

Granny Magu's sharp sword blade stalled in front of the "Judge".

Everyone's movements seemed to have hit a pause button, their faces still holding the expressions from the moment before—horror, ecstasy, anxiety, ferocity.

This was not time stopping, but a higher level of control.

An invisible "domain," centered on Emperor Liu Sheng, quietly unfolded and enveloped the entire courtyard.

Within this domain, he was the sole master.

And the one bearing the brunt of it, the one who felt it most vividly, was none other than "Yanluo," who had turned into a phantom to unleash the strongest strike of his life.

At the moment Emperor Liu Sheng raised his hand, he felt as if he had gone from a sprinting cheetah to crashing headlong into a thick, viscous quagmire.

No, it was even more terrifying than a quagmire.

It was an all-encompassing suppression from the level of life itself!

His speed, which he prided himself on, was infinitely stretched and slowed.

The distance that should have been covered in an instant now became like a natural chasm.

He could clearly see every detail of his forward charge, yet he was powerless to change even a fraction of it.

His fist force, capable of splitting mountains and cracking rocks, and his "Yanluo Note," which condensed his life's cultivation, melted away like snow under the scorching sun the moment it touched this domain.

That world-destroying power was easily neutralized and smoothed over by a more magnificent, more vast power, without stirring up the slightest ripple.

His protective True Qi, that layer of Great Grandmaster twelfth-stage perfection, known as the impenetrable Qi, seemed like a joke now.

Under the suppression of the domain, it became sluggish, fragile, and even began to dissipate uncontrollably.

"What... what is... this..."

A thought filled with extreme fear and disbelief grew wildly in "Yanluo's" mind.

He finally understood that Tian Jue and the others did not die in vain.

What they were facing was not some "newly promoted Land Immortal," but a true god who could already use his own domain with ease and completely control a world!

How could a mortal fight against a god?

He wanted to retreat, to flee, to roar, to beg for mercy.

But within Emperor Liu Sheng's domain, he could not even move a finger.

He was like a moth firmly stuck in a spiderweb, able only to watch helplessly as that hand, which dominated everything, slowly reached toward him.

Emperor Liu Sheng's right hand was finally raised.

He pressed his fingers together like a sword; his index and middle fingers were crystal clear, as if carved from fine jade.

Then, he gently pointed forward at the black phantom struggling bitterly in the "quagmire."

This movement was still as calm and breezy as before.

It did not stir a sound of wind, nor did it contain a shred of killing intent.

Yet, this point seemed to pierce through the distance of space and time.

"Yanluo" only felt a blur before his eyes, and that finger, which seemed to carry no threat, had already ignored all his futile struggles, ignored his layer of collapsing protective True Qi, and precisely tapped onto the center of his brow.

"Puff."

A sound so slight it was almost inaudible.

"Yanluo's" skull, which was capable of withstanding divine weapons, was as fragile as tofu before that finger.

His protective True Qi was pierced through by a single finger.

His life's cultivation was scattered by a single point.

His soul and will were annihilated by a single point.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

"Yanluo's" forward-charging figure came to an abrupt halt.

He stopped three feet away from Emperor Liu Sheng, maintaining his punching posture, motionless.

The twisted light and shadow shrouding his figure began to flicker violently, and then, like a punctured balloon, rapidly dissipated, revealing his true appearance hidden beneath the light.

It was an old man with a withered face, his eyes filled with unwillingness, regret, and endless fear.

At the center of his brow, a tiny red dot appeared, without a single drop of blood flowing out.

The next moment, with that red dot as the center, fine cracks like spiderwebs rapidly spread over his entire body.

"Crack... crack..."

The old man's body began to shatter inch by inch, turning into the finest dust, drifting away with the wind.

From his head to his torso, and then to his limbs.

In just a few breaths, this leader of The Net, a top-tier Great Grandmaster twelfth-stage expert named "Yanluo" who had dominated the world for decades and terrified countless people, was cleanly and completely erased from this world.

He did not leave behind a scrap of clothing, nor a single strand of hair, as if his life's cultivation and existence had been completely denied and eliminated from the root by that single finger.

With the annihilation of "Yanluo," the domain that had shrouded the entire courtyard and caused all things to stagnate quietly dispersed.

The wind began to blow again.

The sounds of slaughter rang out again, but in an instant, they turned into dead silence.

Everyone saw that unbelievable scene.

Their sect leader, the invincible "Yanluo" in their hearts, after unleashing his strongest strike, had been lightly and casually turned into fly ash by that man in green robes with a single finger.

The "Judge's" pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks.

The ink brush in his hand clattered to the ground.

Eunuch Fan Dapao opened his mouth wide, his bell-sized eyes filled with shock and fanaticism.

For the first time, Granny Magu's cold face revealed an expression of disbelief.

The entire battlefield was deathly silent.