Chapter 152: Godslayer Finger!
"You’ve said that before, but it’s useless against me." Lin Mu slowly shook his head, his eyes filled with contempt.
Liu Xianhe’s mouth twitched, his eyes turning scarlet.
"You sharp-tongued brat! I underestimated you!" he said, grinding his teeth. "I won’t give you another chance!"
Liu Xianhe spread his arms, and Internal Energy surged furiously from his body. The fierce aura coiled in the skies above Wufeng Town, and gradually, the energy turned a deep crimson, like fresh blood. At the same time, an intense, metallic stench of blood permeated the air, blanketing everything.
"Such a thick stench of blood!" Feeling this terrifying aura, everyone’s face contorted in horror.
"What in the world is this?" someone exclaimed, their voice trembling with fear.
"This is Liu Xianhe’s Crane Killing God Fist!" Guan Chengye’s expression changed drastically as he cried out, a rare hint of fear flashing in his eyes.
"Grandfather, what is the Crane Killing God Fist?" Guan Jiaojiao asked anxiously.
Guan Chengye said gravely, "The Crane Killing God Fist is an incredibly powerful fist art that Liu Xianhe created himself. Although it’s not famous, the killing intent of this technique is unparalleled. Back when we fought, he had only just created it and had yet to grasp its true meaning. If not for that, I would have been the one to lose."
The Crane Killing God Fist was based on pure killing intent, designed to channel all of the body’s power to annihilate an enemy in a single blow. To be struck by the Godslaying Fist meant either death or grievous injury.
Now, Liu Xianhe had already reached the Grandmaster realm and had spent another year perfecting his fist technique. One could only imagine how formidable its power had become. Guan Chengye even had a gut feeling that if he were to face this fist now, even at the same cultivation level, he would have no chance of survival.
"It’s that powerful?" Guan Jiaojiao cried out in surprise, then quickly covered her mouth, afraid she might disturb Lin Mu. "What do we do now?"
Her eyes filled with worry. Lin Mu was fighting for the Guan Family; if anything happened to him, she would be overwhelmed with guilt.
"Trust him," Song Wenrou suddenly said from the side.
Guan Jiaojiao turned to look at the other girl, and for some reason, she suddenly calmed down.
"Yes, at this point, we can only hope Master Lin has other means," Guan Chengye added.
High in the sky, the thick, bloody aura swirled, so dense it was like tangible liquid blood emitting a furious killing intent. Liu Xianhe stood at the center of this maelstrom, looking like a god of slaughter incarnate.
"Young man, to die by my Godslaying Fist would be an honor!" Liu Xianhe looked at Lin Mu indifferently as a murderous aura erupted continuously from his body.
Lin Mu stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression exceptionally calm, completely unmoved by Liu Xianhe’s words or the murderous aura flooding the sky.
"You’re just putting on an act!" Liu Xianhe snorted coldly and slowly raised a hand, aiming it at Lin Mu.
"Crane—Killing God Fist!"
As Liu Xianhe’s voice faded, he slowly clenched his fist. The murderous aura that filled the sky began to pour madly into it.
The sight left everyone so shocked they were speechless. In just a few seconds, all the murderous aura from the sky had been completely drawn into Liu Xianhe’s fist, which now glowed a brilliant red, as if it were about to drip blood.
A dazzling red light exploded outwards as Liu Xianhe finally unleashed the punch.
The terrifying force of the punch, carrying with it an overwhelming killing intent, shot toward Lin Mu like a cannonball.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A terrifying gale roared out in all directions. The expressions of the onlookers changed once again as they retreated in a panic. The wind itself carried a terrifying power—to touch it was to die. Several Martial Artists who reacted too slowly were caught by the gale and instantly disintegrated into dust, not even having time to scream.
GULP!
Everyone swallowed hard, their eyes filled with lingering fear. The arena had long since vanished, and the ground was a wreck. Even many of the buildings in the distance had collapsed. The aftershock alone possessed such devastating power. Had it been directed at any of the so-called powerful Martial Artists in the crowd, they wouldn’t have stood a chance.
However, in the center of the ferocious gale stood a figure, as unyielding as a boulder, not moving an inch. Lin Mu’s clothes whipped about him and his black hair billowed, revealing his sharp, chiseled features. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes slightly narrowed. It seemed he was still not prepared to make a move.
"Brat, if you don’t make your move now, you’ll have no chance left!" Liu Xianhe sneered. He seemed to be reminding Lin Mu, but inwardly he was filled with disdain. So what if you have some shocking technique? What good is it against my Godslaying Fist?
Lin Mu finally spoke. "Have you ever seen a finger technique that descends from the heavens?"
Although the wind howled with ceaseless ferocity, his words clearly reached everyone’s ears.
"A finger technique that descends from the heavens?" everyone repeated, startled. What trick is he trying to pull now?
Liu Xianhe felt the same, but his expression was one of pure contempt. "A finger technique that descends from the heavens? Are you trying to be funny?" He laughed heartily. "Forget you, my fist can kill an ordinary Grandmaster in a single blow! Stop your act and trying to scare people."
Lin Mu shook his head slightly. "A frog in a well. You’ve learned a few clumsy fist techniques and already think you’re peerless." Lin Mu spoke slowly, "Since that’s the case, then I shall allow you to witness a true martial art."
He then extended a hand, clenching his five fingers into a fist before slowly extending a single index finger. Amidst the killing intent that filled the air, that lone finger looked abrupt and utterly ridiculous.
"When I was seeking to verify my Dao, I created a fist art. It has only twelve forms, but each form wields the might of heaven and earth. If all twelve were to be unleashed, not even this world could bear it."
Lin Mu’s body shuddered, and a monstrous aura erupted from him like a volcano, making him seem like a god or a demon.
"God Slaying, Demon Slaughtering, Immortal Punishing Fist, First Form—Godslayer Finger!"
With those words, the very heavens and earth transformed. A furious, sinister wind howled over Wufeng Town, carrying mournful, chilling cries that sounded like weeping and lamentation, as if an Ancient God had fallen and the world itself was mourning in shared grief.
BOOM!
In the sky saturated with killing intent, a rift suddenly tore open. An immense, overwhelming pressure descended abruptly.
"This is..." As this pressure emerged, Liu Xianhe’s expression changed drastically.
Then, everyone witnessed a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives. From the rift in the sky, a gigantic finger, its whorls and ridges clearly visible, slowly descended, pointing straight for the top of Liu Xianhe’s head. The pressure emanating from the finger rendered Liu Xianhe completely stiff and unable to move.
POP!
With a crisp sound, the power of Liu Xianhe’s Godslaying Fist dissipated completely. He was left standing in mid-air, drenched in a cold sweat, his face ashen.
"So this is... the Godslayer Finger..."