Lin Feng looked at his fingertip. Paused for a moment.
"…Hmm." He frowned slightly.
"That was much weaker than I expected."
The entire battlefield froze. Mortals stared blankly. Cultivators trembled in disbelief. Yuan Bao's hand stopped halfway to his mouth, tea frozen mid-air.
Even Ming Hua's expression stiffened slightly for the first time. High above the skies… Daoist Soul Reaper stood motionless. His body trembled faintly. Impossible.
That was impossible. His strongest technique. A culmination of endless slaughter.
A move that should have erased everything in existence beneath Divine Tribulation Realm… Had been swallowed into Lin Feng's finger. Not resisted. Not broken.
Not redirected. Just swallowed. His old eyes widened as he stared down at Lin Feng, his voice hoarse and unsteady.
"You… what are you…" Lin Feng finally looked up again.
"Oh?" He shrugged lightly.
"I just absorbed it." A brief pause. Then, he asked curious.
"Was that really your strongest move?"
