The next moment.
His finger pointed at Bai Zihe.
Without a doubt, this finger strike would be far more terrifying than any modern weapon.
"Finger technique…"
Bai Zihe maintained his calm and composed demeanor, as if completely unfazed by the killing intent that assailed him.
Until.
Tang Qianqiu's finger, imbued with the force of thunder, arrived within a foot of Bai Zihe.
"Swish!"
A smirk played on Bai Zihe's lips as he, too, extended a finger.
"What is this…"
"Mimicking him?"
"I'd say it's more like a clumsy imitation."
"Can his finger possibly compare to Tang Qianqiu's?"
"How ridiculous…"
The crowd outside erupted in laughter, their jeers echoing.
But it all happened in the blink of an eye.
The next moment, two fingers collided with a sharp crack.
One, commanding the rivers and mountains, boundless in its might.
The other, casual and unassuming, utterly ordinary.
"Crack crack…"
A crisp sound, and a finger was broken.
A figure convulsed and was sent flying backward, spitting a mouthful of blood mid-air that splattered onto the ground, filling the air with a thick, metallic scent.
"Heh."
"I thought he was so formidable."
"Hilarious, showing off only to be slapped in the face."
"So, what I'm saying is…"
Everyone chuckled derisively, their mockery unrestrained.
Suddenly, a distinctly different voice cut through the air.
"Impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
Everyone froze, then looked, their jaws dropping in bewilderment.
Standing perfectly still was Bai Zihe, the one they thought was utterly defeated…
While writhing on the ground, twitching uncontrollably, was Tang Qianqiu!
This, this…
It was too much of a joke.
Tang Qianqiu, a Grandmaster-level expert, a formidable presence for decades, defeated by this young man with a single finger?
Inconceivable.
Unbelievable!
Every single person there was stunned, their mouths agape, unmoving, as if struck by a paralysis spell.
"You, you…"
Tang Qianqiu looked up, his gaze fixed on Bai Zihe, his eyes filled with disbelief. He pointed at Bai Zihe, unable to utter a word for a long time.
"I said."
Bai Zihe spoke as if he had done something trivial, his voice still light and airy: "I was merely letting you have three moves, just to make you happy."
Tang Qianqiu's eyes flickered.
Then, he saw Yao Ke'er.
Perhaps, he had not lost yet!
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
At that very moment, several golden lights, swift as lightning, pierced Tang Qianqiu's body.
"Pfft—"
Tang Qianqiu spewed a mouthful of blood and collapsed onto the ground, utterly spent.
His cultivation had been crippled by Bai Zihe!
At this point.
Everyone's hearts pounded with shock.
Tang Qianqiu was defeated.
And this young man…
Would undoubtedly be renowned throughout the land, his fame soaring after this battle!
Meanwhile, in a private room next door, sat a middle-aged man with a square, broad face.
He was the mastermind behind sending the hooked-nose assassin, the one who had annihilated the Bai family and pursued Bai Mu, the boss the hooked-nose man had referred to.
Tong Longhai of the ancient martial arts Tong family.
He was here today to bid for a certain key.
He never expected to encounter Bai Zihe here.
Intent on observing Bai Zihe, he had remained silent, maintaining his composure.
But at this moment.
Seeing Bai Zihe defeat Tang Qianqiu with a single finger, Tong Longhai could no longer sit still. He suddenly stood up from his seat.
"Bai Zihe…"
"To be so powerful!"
Tong Longhai's eyes gleamed for a moment, then he, along with his entourage, quietly exited the auction house through a damaged side entrance.
Upon returning to the Tong family, he immediately sought out the family patriarch, Tong Wuji.
"Uncle."
Tong Longhai's face was solemn, his voice grave: "I encountered Bai Zihe at the auction today. He managed to defeat Grandmaster Tang Qianqiu with a single finger."
"This child must not be allowed to live."
"Otherwise… if he continues to grow, the future consequences will be limitless!"
Facing the flustered Tong Longhai.
Tong Wuji slowly sipped his tea.
Only when Tong Longhai could no longer bear the wait did he put down his teacup.
He smiled faintly and uttered a few words: "This child… won't live much longer."