76: Ants provoke, one finger annihilates.

The smile on Ji Wuming's face froze.

He could hardly believe his eyes.

This woman actually dared to ignore him?

He was the Saint of the Central Province Sacred Land, the future master of the Sacred Land, and the top existence among the younger generation across the entire continent!

No matter where he went, he was the focus of everyone's attention. Countless Saintesses and Goddesses tried every means possible to get close to him, even if it was just for a single glance.

But today, when he took the initiative to strike up a conversation, he was actually ignored by a woman?

A strong sense of humiliation instantly surged into Ji Wuming's heart.

His expression turned gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Fairy, what is the meaning of this?" Ji Wuming's voice turned cold. "I, Ji Wuming, kindly invited you. Is this how you respond?"

Feng Ziyan still ignored him, not even bothering to give him a glance from the corner of her eye.

Her heart was currently filled with the mysterious and domineering man beside her. She had no time to deal with such a jumping clown.

"You!"

Ji Wuming was completely enraged.

The two Late Nascent Soul Stage elders behind him also stepped forward at the same time. Two terrifying Auras, like mountains, pressed down toward Feng Ziyan.

"Presumptuous! How dare you be so rude to our Saint!"

"Kneel down immediately and apologize to the Saint!"

The two elders shouted sternly.

In their view, dealing with a female Cultivator who appeared to be only at the Early Nascent Soul Stage didn't require the Saint to act personally. The Aura released by the two of them was enough to crush her into kneeling and begging for mercy.

However, when those two pressures—enough to shatter the courage of an ordinary Early Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator—reached within three feet of Feng Ziyan, they seemed to hit an invisible wall and instantly vanished without a trace.

Feng Ziyan still stood there, calm and composed, without even the corner of her clothes fluttering.

"Hmm?"

The two elders simultaneously let out a sound of surprise and suspicion.

Ji Wuming's brow also furrowed, and a flicker of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

This woman had some tricks up her sleeve. She could actually ignore the pressure of two Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators.

However, that was all.

"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit!" Ji Wuming's patience was completely exhausted, and a flash of Killing Intent appeared in his eyes.

"Since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame this Saint for being ruthless to a beautiful flower!"

"Once I capture you, I will make sure you taste the torture of my Central Province Sacred Land, so you know the consequences of offending me, Ji Wuming!"

As he spoke, he was about to take action himself.

Just then, a lazy voice suddenly rang out.

"I say, you people have been chirping in front of me for ages. Don't you find it noisy?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly entered everyone's ears.

Everyone was stunned and looked toward the source of the sound.

They saw the man in green who had been standing beside Feng Ziyan—the one everyone had taken for a follower or guard, who had shown no presence from beginning to end—was now picking his ear with a look of impatience.

It was Chu He.

Ji Wuming's movements stopped. Only then did he truly look at Chu He, raising an eyebrow.

"What kind of thing are you? You dare to interrupt this Saint?"

He swept his Divine Sense over Chu He and found that the other party had no trace of magic power fluctuations at all, just like a complete Mortal.

A contemptuous curve hooked at the corner of Ji Wuming's mouth.

So it was just a piece of trash acting mysterious.

"Kid, this Saint is in a bad mood right now. I'll give you three breaths of time to disappear from my sight immediately."

Ji Wuming pointed at Chu He and said in a commanding tone, "Otherwise, die."

Chu He finished picking his ear, blew on his finger, and then slowly raised his head to look at Ji Wuming. His gaze was like he was looking at an idiot.

"Do you know?"

Chu He suddenly spoke. "In my life, what I hate most is people pointing their finger at me."

"The grass on the grave of the last person who did that is already three feet high."

"What did you say?!" Ji Wuming was furious upon hearing this.

The two Late Nascent Soul Stage elders behind him were even more brimming with Killing Intent.

"Kid! You're looking for death!"

One of the elders shouted angrily and, without further nonsense, directly attacked!

With a wave of his hand, a giant golden palm condensed from vast magic power, carrying the terrifying power to tear through the Void Realm, came crashing down toward Chu He's head!

Although he didn't use his full strength in this palm strike, it was not something a 'Mortal' could withstand.

He wanted to crush this ignorant kid directly into meat paste!

The surrounding Cultivators who saw this scene subconsciously closed their eyes, unable to bear watching further.

In their view, this man in green was dead for sure.

Feng Ziyan's heart also subconsciously leaped into her throat.

Although she knew Chu He was very strong, that was, after all, a full-strength blow from a Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator!

However, facing this world-destroying palm strike,

Chu He's face still held that same calm and breezy expression.

He didn't even bother to move an inch.

He merely raised his eyelids and lightly blew a breath toward the giant golden palm descending from the sky.

"Hu—"

It was such a simple breath.

The giant golden palm, which contained the terrifying power of a Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, the moment it came into contact with this breath, actually... like dust scattered by a gale, instantly collapsed and vanished without a trace!

As if it had never appeared.

The entire stone platform fell into a dead silence once again.

Everyone stared at this scene with wide eyes, feeling that their brains were no longer sufficient to process this.

Blowing... blowing a single breath to break the attack of a Late Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse?

What kind of god-tier operation is this?!

The Late Nascent Soul Stage elder who had attacked was even more struck as if by lightning. He froze on the spot, his face written with the confusion of 'Who am I, where am I, what happened?'

The arrogance and contempt on Ji Wuming's face also completely solidified, replaced by unprecedented shock and horror!

He finally realized that he seemed to have... kicked a steel plate.

And it was the kind of super steel plate that could grind him and the entire Central Province Sacred Land into powder!

"Now, it's my turn."

Chu He's indifferent voice broke the silence.

His gaze fell upon the Late Nascent Soul Stage elder who was still holding his attacking posture.

"I said, I hate it when people point their finger at me."

"And I hate it even more when people want to kill me."

After saying that, he extended a single finger.

He pointed it toward that Late Nascent Soul Stage elder from across the air.

There was no world-shaking Aura, nor any world-destroying power.

It was just such an ordinary finger point.

That Late Nascent Soul Stage elder didn't even have time to let out a scream.

His body, right before everyone's eyes, shattered inch by inch from head to toe, turning into flying ash that filled the air.

Along with his Nascent Soul and Divine Soul, everything was completely erased under this finger!

Body and soul both extinguished!

Hiss—

The sound of people drawing in cold breaths rose one after another.

If before, when Chu He killed Blazing Sun Elder with a punch, it could still be explained as a 'sneak attack' or 'Blazing Sun Elder underestimating the enemy,'

Then now, when he killed a genuine Late Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse with a single finger, there were no more excuses!

This was the crushing weight of absolute strength!

The remaining Late Nascent Soul Stage elder was scared to the point of his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering. With a strange cry, he turned around, wanting to flee.

However, as soon as he turned, he found that Chu He's figure had appeared before him at some unknown time.

"Where do you think you're going?" Chu He asked with a smile.

That smile, in the eyes of that elder, was a hundred times more terrifying than a demon's grin!

"No... don't kill me! Senior, have mercy!"

The elder fell to his knees with a thud and began kowtowing frantically to Chu He.

The dignity of the Central Province Sacred Land, the face of a Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator—in the face of death, it was all worthless!

Chu He ignored his pleas for mercy.

He reached out and picked him up from the ground like a little chick, then walked over to Ji Wuming.

At this moment, Ji Wuming was completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at Chu He, then at the highly respected Protector Elder of his own Sacred Land being carried in Chu He's hand. His whole body shook like a sieve, and a foul, pungent smell came from his crotch.

This insufferably arrogant Saint of the Central Province Sacred Land had actually... been scared into wetting himself.

"Now, do you still think you are qualified to possess my woman?"

Chu He casually threw the elder, who was still constantly begging for mercy, at Ji Wuming's feet, then looked at him and asked calmly.

Ji Wuming's lips trembled, but he couldn't say a single word.

His brain had been filled with endless fear.

"How do you want to die?" Chu He asked again.

"No... don't kill me... I was wrong... I was really wrong..."

Ji Wuming's psychological defenses completely collapsed. He fell to his knees with a thud and began to cry out with tears and snot flowing.

"Senior, have mercy! It was I who had eyes but couldn't see Mount Tai! It was my dog mouth that couldn't produce ivory!"

"I beg you, treat me like a fart and let me go!"

"I am willing to offer all my treasures! I am willing to be your dog!"

This previously insufferable Sacred Land Saint's current performance was even more pathetic than Ghost Three from the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect earlier.

The surrounding Cultivators watched this scene, each with complex expressions.

This is a so-called Prodigy?

In front of a truly powerful person, he is nothing more than a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

Chu He looked at Ji Wuming, who was kneeling on the ground and making a fool of himself, and a flash of disgust appeared in his eyes.

He couldn't even summon the interest to kill such a piece of trash.

"Scram."

Chu He calmly spat out a single word.

Ji Wuming felt as if he had received a great pardon and tried to flee, scrambling on all fours.

"Did I let you walk?" Chu He's voice rang out again.

Ji Wuming's body froze. He turned back to look at Chu He with a mournful face, almost on the verge of tears.

"Senior... you... what else do you have to command?"

"What I said was, I'm letting you 'roll'."

Chu He pointed at the Star Refining Heart Road leading into the depths of the starry sky and said expressionlessly.

"From here, roll to the end. If you can't roll there, then die."

Ji Wuming looked in the direction he was pointing, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

The Star Refining Heart Road!

He wanted him to roll across it?

Even Nascent Soul Cultivators couldn't withstand the baptism of those nine waves of astral power. For a piece of trash whose courage had been shattered to roll across?

Wouldn't that be certain death?!

"Senior... I..." Ji Wuming still wanted to beg for mercy.

"Or, die right now." Chu He's gaze turned cold.

Ji Wuming's body trembled violently.

He looked at Chu He's emotionless eyes and knew he had no room for choice.

Dying now, or dying a bit later.

He chose the latter.

At least he could live a little longer.

"I'll roll! I'll roll! I'll roll right now!"

Ji Wuming scrambled toward the Star Refining Heart Road and then, truly in a 'rolling' posture, rushed onto that path of starlight.

"Ah—"

The moment he rolled into the range of the first stone pillar, a thick beam of starlight crashed down, and his screams echoed across the entire stone platform.