Chapter 128: The Matter of a Single Finger

"I obviously don't believe it!"

Jun Moyu said very earnestly. After all, she could not lie; her heart told her that only honest thoughts could save Lu Fei.

"You don't believe me? Then I'll show you."

Lu Fei said confidently, completely disregarding Jun Moyu's words.

Nearby, Xia Shi burst into maniacal laughter. This guy didn't even believe his own companion could defeat him, yet he still dared to come here—it was truly seeking death. "You're courting death."

Xia Shi let out a cold sneer and threw a punch at Lu Fei with all his might. The sheer power of the blow caused the dilapidated temple to tremble incessantly.

In Xia Shi’s eyes, this powerful strike was more than enough to obliterate the boy before him. Afterward, he would retrieve the Yin-Ming Cold Flame; the thought alone was perfect and exhilarating.

"Young Master..."

Suddenly, Zhao Ritian limped in from outside. Seeing the situation, his face changed drastically. "Young Master, run! You are no match for him!"

He lunged forward desperately.

Xia Shi was completely bewildered, having no idea why Uncle Zhao would say such a thing. That boy was about to die; had the old man gone senile? And lunging forward? Let him lunge; that boy's finger posed absolutely no threat anyway.

*Boom...*

Lu Fei pointed a single finger. It was silent, swift as lightning.

The destructive beam of light shattered Xia Shi's powerful attack and, with its momentum undiminished, surged toward Xia Shi. However, Zhao Ritian threw himself in front of Xia Shi, taking the lethal blow for him.

*Puff...*

Zhao Ritian had no chance to resist. Blood sprayed from his chest, and he gradually began to fade away. This was the terrifying power of the Ancient God's Finger.

"No... Uncle Zhao, why were you so foolish? I could have blocked his attack! How... how could you die!!!"

Xia Shi was overcome with grief, tears streaming from his eyes. He never imagined that Uncle Zhao would die for him. He remembered his childhood, how when he was hungry, Uncle Zhao would secretly bring him food. When he was sad and helpless, Uncle Zhao encouraged him. When everyone looked down on him, it was Uncle Zhao who gave him courage.

His face was a mask of sorrow. Tears flowed, snot ran down his face, his mouth trembled, and an aura of despair radiated from him.

"You bastard, you actually dared to kill my Uncle Zhao... Die!"

Xia Shi glared at Lu Fei, his eyes bloodshot. If looks could kill, Xia Shi's gaze would have shredded Lu Fei into a thousand pieces.

However, Lu Fei remained as calm as ever, completely ignoring Xia Shi’s murderous glare. Birth, aging, sickness, and death—it was all perfectly normal. The apocalypse had long since made him numb to matters of life and death.

In his eyes, the enemy had to die; that was simply how it was.

He raised his hand again and pointed at Xia Shi.

Beside them, Jun Moyu was completely stunned, her mind struggling to process the scene. She had never imagined that this boy named Lu Fei could be so terrifying. A single finger... and he had wiped out Zhao Ritian. Even Zhao Ritian himself had said that Xia Shi was no match for him. It was simply inconceivable. How could this be possible?

Xia Shi’s eyes were dark and sinister, shooting out rays of terrifying light. His Uncle Zhao was dead, not even bones remaining. They were as close as father and son, having lived and died together; they were inseparable. Even in death, they should have been together. He would fight with everything he had. Even if he died, even if he couldn't win, he would tear one of this boy's fingers off.

His body radiated intense energy, causing the ground to shake continuously. He prepared to unleash the forbidden technique of the Xia family, willing to sacrifice his life to destroy this boy. The power within him turned black, swirling around his body, growing stronger and stronger until it manifested as a black tiger with a hideous, gaping maw.

The tiger possessed a pair of black wings and blood-red eyes. It opened its massive mouth and lunged at Lu Fei.

Because he had unleashed this technique, Xia Shi trembled all over, his face pale to the point of death, having paid the price of half his lifespan. All of this was just to annihilate the boy before him.

*Roar...*

The enormous, terrifying black tiger lunged at Lu Fei, fast as lightning.

*Gasp...*

Jun Moyu caught her breath, shocked that Xia Shi was so formidable, capable of unleashing such a terrifying move.

Yet, Lu Fei remained indifferent. Once again, he pointed a single finger. The Ancient God's Finger—it was as if an ancient god stood behind him, manifesting a beam of destructive light.

It was just that simple, just that calm and composed.

"Haha..." Seeing the boy use that same finger again, Xia Shi burst into insane laughter.

He was being looked down upon too much. To think he would use only one finger again! How arrogant! Just you wait!

He laughed wickedly!! He was manic, his eyes narrowing!!!

"Uh..."

Jun Moyu was dumbfounded. She hadn't expected Lu Fei to wipe out Zhao Ritian with one finger, and now he was using that same finger to counter Xia Shi’s forbidden technique.

Was he crazy? Was he too confident? Where did his confidence come from? Was it just because he possessed great power? Being able to kill Zhao Ritian with one finger was indeed powerful, but using that same finger to clash head-on with Xia Shi was simply unwise.

*Boom...*

The two forces collided, and the dilapidated temple was instantly blown to pieces.

There was a massive explosion.

But the giant tiger was obliterated by the destructive beam of light. The beam remained just as powerful, charging toward Xia Shi without losing momentum.

Xia Shi’s madness came to an abrupt halt. His pupils dilated suddenly, the threat of death freezing him in place.

He had never imagined that even after using his full strength, his forbidden technique, and sacrificing half his life to fight, he would still lose!!

Who exactly was this boy? He had never heard of such a character in Sky City. To be able to destroy him with a single finger—how powerful could he be? It was beyond imagination, powerful to a degree he couldn't even fathom. He died with deep regret. The Yin-Ming Cold Flame was gone, Uncle Zhao was dead, and he had been defeated. Everything had lost its meaning.

His ambitions were shattered in an instant, and his future turned pitch black.

Death was calling to him.

*Puff...*

The destructive beam pierced through his heart. His body grew searingly hot, then gradually turned into starlight and dissipated. The power of the Ancient God was incomparably mighty; it was simply not something Xia Shi could oppose.

Lu Fei withdrew his finger and walked over, taking the belongings from Zhao Ritian and Xia Shi. He turned to look at Jun Moyu, who was still standing there in a daze.

"Ah... you’re... you’re too powerful..."

To have wiped out both Xia Shi and Zhao Ritian in one go—was this boy a monster?

Jun Moyu was still stunned when Lu Fei tapped her on the shoulder.

"Beauty, we can go now. Or do you want to stay here and be eaten by wild beasts?"

Lu Fei smiled and turned to walk away. Jun Moyu finally snapped out of her trance. Looking at the desolate surroundings, she turned and rushed after Lu Fei.

"You... who exactly are you? How are you so terrifying? That was Xia Shi of the Xia family, a genius, and you wiped him out with a single finger!"