One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

Thousands of miles away.

In a secret chamber buried deep underground.

There are no windows here, only a few dim, ever-burning lamps embedded in the walls, emitting a faint, cold light.

A faint scent of sandalwood filled the air, but it couldn't mask the chill that emanated from the very core of the being.

There wasn't much furnishing, just a large mahogany table and a woman in a burgundy trench coat standing in front of it.

Qu Tong.

The president of Yaoxing Society.

At this moment, she was wearing her signature half-face mask, revealing only her lips painted with bright red lipstick and her overly delicate chin.

Her hands were rapidly forming hand seals in the void. As her fingers flew, streaks of red and blue Qi light twisted and swirled before her like living things.

That's a pair of hands.

Cultivating both body and spirit: the red hand cultivates the body, the blue hand cultivates the soul.

But at this moment, the mastermind behind the scenes who could turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist was not as composed as usual.

"Break!"

Qu Tong gave a low shout, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible anxiety.

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and her usually steady hands were now trembling slightly.

Just now.

She felt the divine thought she had left in Ma Xianhong's sea of ​​consciousness crash into a wall.

An indestructible wall cast from pure golden light.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely domineering force, following that divine thought, surged upstream like a flood bursting its banks.

The feeling is like you're fishing, but instead of a fish, a giant sea monster bites the hook underwater.

They might even drag you, the fisherman, into the water.

"Damn it..."

"What level of primordial spirit power is this?!"

"That old geezer from Longhu Mountain has come down the mountain? No... Zhang Zhiwei's Qi doesn't feel like this!"

Qu Tong's pupils suddenly contracted.

Ignoring the risk of backlash, she clasped her hands together abruptly, and the sky full of red and blue Qi light instantly transformed into a sharp blade, about to slash at the invisible thread connecting Ma Xianhong.

A gecko loses its tail.

This is her only option now.

Even if it means losing a part of our soul, we absolutely cannot let that monster, who follows the clues, find this place!

however.

Just as her blade was about to fall.

Om-! ! !

The air in the sealed room suddenly froze.

It's not a metaphor.

It is a solidification at the true physical level.

The flames of those eternal lamps instantly froze, and even the dust floating in the air stopped in mid-air.

An indescribable pressure descended without warning upon this normally absolutely safe secret room.

That kind of oppressive aura was extremely yang and strong, as majestic as the power of heaven.

Even the slightest wisp of breath that escaped caused the deep underground chamber to groan under its own weight.

Click!

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the hard rock wall.

"This...this is..."

Qu Tong's severed hands froze in mid-air.

It wasn't that she didn't want to kill.

Rather, she couldn't move.

To her horror, she discovered that the space around her seemed to have turned into solidified cement, sealing her firmly in place.

Followed by.

Directly in front of her.

Suddenly, a violent ripple appeared in the previously empty void.

That was a scene of space being forcibly torn apart.

A blinding golden light shot out from the crack, instantly illuminating the entire dimly lit secret chamber.

The golden light was too bright and too intense.

It's as if someone forced a sun into the depths of the earth.

Qu Tong subconsciously closed her eyes, and the bright light even caused her to shed tears.

The light gradually dimmed.

She managed to open her eyes a crack and see what was in front of her.

next second.

This ruthless leader of the Yaoxing Society, a man who could remain unfazed even in the face of death, couldn't help but let out a scream filled with terror:

"This is impossible!!!"

All that could be seen was the void rift.

No one came out.

There is only one finger.

A giant finger, as thick as a normal person's thigh, formed entirely from golden light.

It floated in mid-air in front of Qu Tong, with a golden liquid flowing on it as if it were real, and you could even clearly see the ancient and desolate patterns on the knuckles.

That is not merely a manifestation of Qi.

That was the forceful interference with the rules after one's primordial spirit and cultivation had reached an inconceivable level.

"Who are you?!"

"You're playing tricks! Get out of here!!"

Qu Tong roared hysterically.

At that moment, all her composure and shrewdness vanished before that finger.

She felt threatened by death.

That was the closest she ever came to death in her life.

boom!

Qu Tong will no longer be retained.

Her innate Qi was circulating wildly, and her double-handed techniques were pushed to their limit.

Countless red and blue hands stacked in front of her, forming shields that tried to block the seemingly slow but deadly finger.

"Block them!!"

"Even a high-ranking priest from the Celestial Master's Mansion couldn't be this far away..."

puff.

A soft sound.

It's like stabbing a red-hot iron rod into a piece of tofu.

That golden finger effortlessly pierced through the first layer of the red hand shield.

Then comes the second layer, the third layer...

Those creations that claim to be able to modify the body and manipulate the soul are as fragile as soap bubbles blown by a child in front of this golden finger that is pure to the extreme and domineering to the extreme.

They couldn't even hinder us for a second.

The layers of red and blue light shields shattered one after another, turning into countless points of light that dissipated.

The finger continues to point forward.

Not in a hurry, not slowly.

Yet it carried a despairing kind of unwavering resolve.

Its goal is very clear.

It's not Qu Tong's heart.

It wasn't her brow either.

Rather, it was the mask on her face that she used to disguise herself and maintain her mystery.

"No...no..."

As Qu Tong watched the finger getting closer and closer, her pupils dilated to their limit, reflecting a golden despair.

She wanted to back away.

They wanted to escape.

But her feet seemed rooted to the ground, firmly pinned down by that terrifying aura.

She could only watch helplessly.

Looking at that finger, it shattered all her defenses and all her pride.

finally.

Gently.

It touched her mask.

Ding.

A crisp, melodious sound rang out clearly in the deathly silent chamber.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Qu Tong's expression froze.

The mask that had been with her for many years, and had even become a part of her body, developed a tiny crack under that golden fingertip.

Click.

The cracks spread rapidly.

Like ivy, it instantly covered the entire surface of the mask.

"roll."

A cold voice suddenly rang out in the sealed room.

That wasn't a sound that travels through the air.

That was a thunderous sound that struck directly into the depths of one's soul.

boom--!!!

As the word fell.

The golden finger trembled violently, and an overwhelming force erupted instantly.

boom!

That exquisite mask shattered completely.

Countless sharp fragments scattered and flew everywhere, cutting Qu Tong's well-maintained cheeks and leaving shocking bloody marks.

"ah--!!!"

Qu Tong screamed in agony.

It was as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding train, and he was sent flying backward.

Her body streaked through the air, leaving a trail of afterimages, before crashing heavily into the rock wall behind the secret chamber.

Boom!

The hard rock wall was smashed into a large crater shaped like a human, with rubble rolling down and dust flying everywhere.

"puff--"

Qu Tong slid off the wall, knelt on the ground in a disheveled state, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Blood stained her spotless trench coat and the ground.

She reached out and covered her face with her trembling hands.

But blood continued to gush out from between his fingers.

At this moment, where was the slightest trace of the dignity of the president of the Yaoxing Society?

His hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in blood, making him look like a demon who had just crawled out of hell.

The shattered fragments of the mask lay scattered at her feet, mocking her incompetence.

In the void.

The golden finger did not disappear immediately.

It remained suspended there, slowly rotating, its fingertips pointing directly at the woman kneeling on the ground.

It's like a Damocles' sword hanging over your head.

Zhang Taichu's voice rang out again.

It remained as uneventful as ever.

He remained as arrogant as ever.

"This time, it was the mask that shattered."

"There will be a next time..."

The voice paused for a moment, then carried a suffocatingly bloody stench:

"What's broken is your head."

hum.

It shimmered with golden light.

The finger transformed into specks of light and slowly dissipated into the air.

The terrifying pressure in the secret room receded like a tide.

The flame of the eternal lamp began to flicker again.

The air began to move again.

But Qu Tong remained kneeling there, not daring to move.

Her body trembled violently, a fear that went deep into her bones.