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Zhang Zhenglin let out a shout, his cry filled with despair and panic.

He had already broken through the Core Formation Stage; even if his lifespan wouldn't reach 300 years, it would at least exceed 200.

But if he were really killed by a single finger of Yang Fei, all his Cultivation would go up in smoke.

In that instant, Zhang Zhenglin regretted beyond measure, his heart ashen like dead embers.

Above the floating clouds, Chen Siyu and Liu Zhaozhi stared dumbfounded at that gigantic finger shadow of Yang Fei, carrying a world-collapsing momentum as it closed in on Zhang Zhenglin.

Both of them felt their hearts die and wished for death.

Such Divine Skills, how could a mere Zhang Zhenglin possibly withstand them?

Even if the two of them sacrificed the Male and Female Swords, they still wouldn't be able to block it, not even for a second!

Within that finger shadow, the terrifying aura of destruction it contained directly suppressed the circulation of Spiritual Energy in their bodies.

Even if they wanted to help Zhang Zhenglin, they had no way to bring out the Male and Female Swords.

Zhang Zhenglin was still retreating rapidly, but his speed was far slower than that swiftly spreading finger shadow.

Right as that towering, massive finger shadow was about to crush Zhang Zhenglin into pieces.

Yet at this moment, the finger shadow actually stopped in front of Zhang Zhenglin.

Within the finger shadow, the vast and heavy Martial Dao True Meaning that could destroy everything was held back and did not erupt.

This left Zhang Zhenglin completely drained, his whole body limp, almost falling into the Yangtze River.

Yang Fei slowly withdrew his finger, and in the air that towering gigantic finger shadow also shrank back.

He looked at Zhang Zhenglin and said calmly.

"Get lost. Don't come provoke me again. Otherwise I'll destroy you body and soul, and wipe out your Dragon Tiger Mountain Taoist Orthodoxy."

It was just a cigarette; Yang Fei had no intention of starting a massacre over that.

Though the Taoists of Dragon Tiger Mountain weren't any good people, they didn't deserve death either.

Zhang Zhenglin had never imagined that Yang Fei would actually spare him, and for a moment he stood there in a daze.

Rumble!

Just then, the waves by the riverbank surged to the sky, and a ten-ton passenger ship suddenly soared into the air.

That passenger ship was like a gigantic battering ram, smashing straight toward Yang Fei.

Yang Fei's expression changed.

He saw it extremely clearly.

Beneath the giant ship, Zhang Zhengqing was crackling with lightning all over, both hands supporting the bottom of the ship as he charged madly toward Yang Fei.

On the passenger ship, countless passengers woke up from their sleep in utter terror.

Who could have imagined that this ten-ton giant vessel would, for no reason at all, rise into the air?

Many people, naked or half-dressed, were jumping into the Yangtze River like dumplings dropping into boiling water, splash after splash.

The surging river water instantly dragged these people into the towering waves.

At this, Yang Fei was immediately enraged.

Immortals fighting, mortals suffering—this wasn't anything strange in the Cultivation World.

After all, in the eyes of many Cultivators, these ordinary people were nothing but ants.

Who would care about the life and death of an ant, or even a group of ants?

Especially during a clash of Spells, even less would anyone care about the lives of so many living beings.

Zhang Zhengqing had the same mindset.

Seeing Zhang Zhenglin forced into a desperate situation by a single finger of Yang Fei, in his panic he lifted the ten-ton passenger ship and smashed it toward Yang Fei, wanting to save Zhang Zhenglin from danger.

But Zhang Zhengqing didn't know that he had touched Yang Fei's reverse scale.

Raised under the earnest teachings of his adoptive father Wang Xiaoshi, Yang Fei had always taken guarding Huaxia and the people of the Divine Land as his own duty.

This iron conviction had never changed, not even up to now.

Therefore, the innocent masses who, in the eyes of other Cultivators, were like ants, were as weighty as mountains in his heart.

What Yang Fei hated most was exactly this kind of indiscriminate slaughter and cruelty against the people.

In that instant, he had already sentenced Zhang Zhengqing, and even the entire Mount Longhu Celestial Master Taoism, to death.

From beneath Yang Fei's ribs, the Wind and Fire Wings unfurled, and he shot toward Zhang Zhengqing as fast as a falling star.

While still in midair, the Mystic Heaven Finger jabbed out again, aiming precisely at Zhang Zhengqing's head.

The second form of the Mystic Heaven Finger, the Heaven-Mending Form!

Only when facing Yang Fei head-on did Zhang Zhengqing realize just how terrifying this Mystic Heaven Finger was.

With this one finger, he could practically slaughter the legendary immortals; the Martial Dao True Meaning contained within was terrifying to the extreme.

Impossible to block, impossible to dodge!

Zhang Zhengqing clenched his teeth and brought out a parasol-shaped Magic Artifact, spitting out a mouthful of Essence Blood onto it.

The surface of that parasol Magic Artifact snapped open, its canopy filled with a misty green light.

This thing was like a heavy shield, blocking in front of Zhang Zhengqing.

Boom!

The next second, that parasol Magic Artifact was, as expected, exploded with a single finger from Yang Fei, and the Heaven-Mending Finger shot toward Zhang Zhengqing's head like lightning.

Zhang Zhengqing let out a roar and swung a punch at Yang Fei.

Lightning flashed on his fist, roughly the size of a small hill, its power not to be underestimated.

Crack!

Yang Fei's finger tapped his fist, and the lightning went out.

Zhang Zhengqing screamed; an invisible vortex of air spread from his left arm up toward his body.

In an instant, Zhang Zhengqing's body swelled like a balloon to its limit and then exploded with a bang.

This was Yang Fei's Martial Dao True Meaning directly destroying his body.

As for the massive power of the Heaven-Mending Finger, Yang Fei did not use it fully, for fear of affecting the ship.

The ship, listing and tilting, was still sliding through the air and could flip over at any moment.

Yang Fei supported the bottom of the hull with one hand, shouted loudly, and used the Thousand Jin Drop Taoist Law.

The ship quickly stabilized, drew an arc, and crashed into the Yangtze River hundreds of meters below.

Boom!

Dozens of meters of water splashed high into the air, and the ship almost slammed all the way to the riverbed.

Yet under Yang Fei's support, it finally fell back into the Yangtze River without further danger.

On the ship, countless cries of shock erupted.

Everyone clung tightly to any fixed object they could find, screaming at the top of their lungs.

In the surging waters of the Yangtze, the people who had fallen overboard and the sailors were floundering desperately, some shouting for help.

But in the roar of wind and thunder, no one could hear clearly.

Bang bang bang!

The next second, countless columns of water rose into the air.

Each column of water carried a person on top, waves spraying in all directions at its center, an awe-inspiring sight.

The water columns flung the people who had fallen into the river high up and tossed them onto the deck of the ship.

Countless rescuers rushed over, wailing and screaming, the whole place thrown into chaos.

Although Yang Fei's rescue was timely, among those who had jumped into the Yangtze, more than a dozen had already lost their lives and stopped breathing.

Standing in midair, Yang Fei watched a mother in her early twenties clutching her two-year-old child, crying her heart out, and he couldn't help but sigh.

When the disaster struck just now, the ship had almost capsized.

The mother had failed to hold onto her child; the child had fallen into the water, and though he was rescued now, his life was already gone.

Corpse after corpse lay on the deck, most of them elderly, women, and children—those who had fallen into the Yangtze when the ship was thrown into the air and failed to hold on.

Even though Yang Fei's Spells had reached the God Communicating level, he still could not rival creation itself; the dead could not be brought back to life, and there was nothing he could do.

The next second, Yang Fei's hateful gaze shot into the sky, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked.

"Mount Longhu Celestial Master Sect, this isn't over between us!"

With that, the Wind and Fire Wings sprouted from beneath his ribs, and with a whoosh, he flew off into the sky.

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