Chapter 100: The One-Finger Kill

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Wangchao Mountain, the platform.

The atmosphere was eerie.

Shen Yu’s expression remained calm. With a casual flick of his sleeve, he slowly walked past the crowd toward the other side, then quietly gazed into the distance, as if nothing had just happened.

Countless eyes were fixed on him, yet no one spoke.

At this moment, Yang Pan’er, like a well-behaved little girl, quietly followed behind Shen Yu, her bright eyes staring straight at the sea of clouds, seemingly wondering if that guy would suddenly take off into the sky again.

The strange atmosphere lingered for a while, until it was finally broken by a cold snort.

The old man with a troubled expression said in a deep voice, “Young brother, acting like this—do you harbor too much murderous intent?”

Shen Yu ignored him, continuing to look into the distance.

Yang Pan’er noticed the lingering glances and wariness in many eyes. As if gaining strength from it, she placed her hands on her hips and said indignantly, “Wangchao Mountain isn’t your family’s property. Why can’t we come up and take a look?”

The old man’s eyes flickered, then he said calmly, “The beast tide is about to arrive soon. Naturally, we fear that mortals without cultivation might get into trouble here.”

The girl blinked and replied, “Is that so?”

Suddenly, a graceful woman interjected with a laugh, “Gui Zhenzi, old age has clearly thickened your skin. Everyone knows you’re here to try your luck, hoping to find some spirit beast cubs in the beast tide. Could it be that your cultivation has surged recently, restoring the conscience you once threw away?”

The elderly man wearing a Taoist crown sneered, “Let’s not accuse each other. How many lovers have you poisoned to death, wicked woman?”

After speaking, the old man quietly glanced at Shen Yu’s back, his eyes darkening.

From his earlier observation, this young man was no seasoned veteran feigning weakness. His spiritual energy was unremarkable, at best a practitioner of some moderate realm.

Spiritual energy gathered quietly in his hand. Smiling, he said, “Even when beating a dog, you must consider its owner. Care to give me an explanation?”

Shen Yu’s face remained calm. He slightly raised his right hand as if to do something but suddenly stopped.

Then, the handsome man who had shown no interest in the scene suddenly spoke with a calm tone, “Gui Zhenzi, one last warning. We are here on business, so don’t disturb my mood. If I get bored, I won’t hesitate to send you to reincarnation.”

Though his words were calm, they carried immense killing intent.

The old man squinted, showing a trace of caution, and indeed remained silent.

Silence returned to the mountaintop.

From noon to dusk, as the first hues of twilight descended, the surroundings remained utterly calm.

Just as Yang Pan’er’s face showed utter despair, regretting her decision, a faint tremor finally spread through the world.

Then, countless points of light appeared in the distant sky, slowly converging to form a beam.

It was a golden bridge stretching across the horizon.

Immediately, a streak of black began to slowly spread from the far end of the bridge toward their side.

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Half an hour later, the black streak raced swiftly along the golden bridge formed by the points of light. A powerful, ancient, wild aura surged like a tidal wave, overwhelming the sky.

Everyone recognized what it was.

The Beast Tide!

A dark tide formed by tens of thousands of exotic beasts stretched from sea to sky, wildly charging along the nameless golden bridge in the heavens.

Countless immense and terrifying auras erupted chaotically, with several so strong they rivaled peak Immortal Realm cultivators.

All spiritual energy in the world began to boil, thunderous sounds echoing throughout the space.

Unstoppable.

Everyone instinctively held their breath at the sight. Those with weaker cultivation even fainted outright.

For millions of years, no one had dared to try stopping the beast tide where it passed, for the overwhelming force melding together was like an unstoppable war army, even Immortal Realm masters could not withstand its edge.

Many practitioners who retained their composure gazed at the golden bridge in awe.

This admiration belonged to the Academy.

For the towering golden bridge had been built by the sages of the Academy.

After predicting the beast tide’s route with the combined wisdom of the nine great sacred lands, the Academy constructed this magnificent bridge at the starting point, stretching across all five continents and four seas.

Obviously, the harm caused by the beast tide was much less severe in the sky than on the land.

And the grandeur of the golden bridge testified to the immense effort the Academy had invested.

Shen Yu stared at the beast tide with bright, serious eyes, his expression faintly darkening.

He knew far more secrets than most in this world.

He understood the beast tide was not merely a disaster for the cultivation world; it was a harbinger of impending calamity.

More importantly, Shen Yu had experienced the world-ending disaster before and knew the real danger was not the beast tide itself, but what it symbolized behind the scenes.

His hands clasped slowly behind his back, then loosened again.

He silently watched the countless exotic beasts charge forward.

Yang Pan’er, witnessing this, instinctively felt he wanted to act but ultimately did nothing.

“Let’s go.”

Having seen enough, Shen Yu turned and descended the mountain without hesitation.

The girl, still staring longingly at the sky, hesitated, but looking around at the crowd, obediently followed.

The old man’s killing intent thickened as he watched Shen Yu’s retreating figure.

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The graceful woman’s smile vanished, her voice cold: “We already warned you—he is not easy to provoke. If you die, no matter, but don’t delay our important business.”

The old man turned his head.

The handsome man, seemingly the leader, said calmly, “We don’t know his true strength. Don’t be rash. Once we reach the Yang family estate and complete our task, if you still can’t swallow this grievance, the three of us will strike together.”

The venerable old man with Taoist aura revealed a ferocious grin: “I’ve already tampered with him slightly. He can’t escape. In that case, let’s spare the boy’s life for now.”

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Descending the mountain, their steps grew lighter.

“Why leave so soon after waiting so long?”

“We’ve seen what we wanted to see; it’s time to go.”

The girl looked up toward the mountaintop along the winding wooden plank path, but the moonlight was blocked by the peak, leaving it pitch black.

Yang Pan’er smiled and said, “I didn’t expect you to be so powerful. That person flew off in a flash. Don’t you like to reason things out?”

Shen Yu shook his head: “I never liked reasoning, nor do I waste time reasoning with fools.”

He stopped and suddenly glanced at his shoulder.

Yang Pan’er looked puzzled: “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Shen Yu replied, shaking his head. “Someone’s looking for death.”

The Divine Realm gently patted his shoulder.

A tiny insect, no bigger than a grain of rice, emitted a mournful cry and instantly flew toward the mountaintop.

Then, unseen by Yang Pan’er, a finger extended.

“Watch out!”

Suddenly, thunderous roars erupted from above.

Strangely, as the cries faded, the air fell silent once more, as if death itself had settled.

In the darkness, the venerable old man’s brow showed a faint smile in the shape of a finger mark.