Primordial Era: A man at the mouth of the Guanjiang River marries the Third Holy Mother.

Zhunti was immediately deflated by his senior brother's shout, and could only glare at Chen Changsheng with resentment in his eyes, but dared not say another word.

In the void, the voice of the Tongtian Sect Leader rang out again, still devoid of any emotion.

"Since you know you're wrong, then stop talking nonsense."

"Hand over the person."

These two simple words carry an undeniable authority.

The last glimmer of hope in the heart of the Sage of Reception was shattered. He knew that Tongtian would absolutely not give up until the person was handed over today.

He sighed helplessly and gave Zhunti a wink.

Although Zhunti was extremely unwilling, he had no choice but to comply under the dual pressure of his senior brother and the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

He endured the sword wounds on his body, and with a thought, pointed towards a certain void deep within Mount Sumeru.

The void rippled like water, and a golden cage made of countless Buddhist restrictions appeared.

Then, he waved his hand.

Two figures were thrown out of the cage and landed unsteadily in mid-air.

One of the two men, dressed in silver armor and bearing a striking resemblance to Yang Jian, was Yang Jiao, Yang Chan's second elder brother. The other, dressed as a scholar and appearing somewhat timid, was their father, Yang Tianyou.

The two men had been detained for a long time and were somewhat weak, but fortunately, their lives were not in danger.

"Big brother!"

Upon seeing Yang Jiao, Chen Changsheng was overjoyed and quickly called out.

"Brother-in-law?"

Yang Jiao was initially a little confused, but upon hearing the call, he looked closely and was both surprised and delighted to find that it was Chen Changsheng.

Why is he here? And judging from his appearance, he's here to rescue me?

With a thought, Chen Changsheng used a gentle magical power to lift Yang Jiao and pull him directly to his side, freeing him from the control of the Western Sect.

Meanwhile, Yang Tianyou, having grasped the situation on the field, rolled his eyes and immediately plastered a fawning smile on his face as he moved closer to Chen Changsheng.

"Son-in-law! Oh, my good son-in-law! I knew you would come to save us!"

He acted as if he were an old friend, as if he were Chen Changsheng's closest elder.

"Father, you..." Yang Jiao couldn't help but feel embarrassed and ashamed when he saw his father like this.

Chen Changsheng looked at the man in front of him with a fawning smile, but his eyes were icy cold.

son in law?

You think you're worthy?

It is because of you, you coward, a mere mortal, who coveted the beauty of the fairy that Aunt Yao Ji was imprisoned on Peach Mountain, and that Brother Yang Jian and Yang Chan suffered endless torment!

You are the root of all tragedy!

Now, he still wants to use his father-in-law's status to curry favor with me?

Chen Changsheng's heart was filled with murderous intent; he felt disgusted even to look at him again.

Yang Tianyou was completely unaware of Chen Changsheng's murderous intent and continued to chatter ingratiatingly.

"Son-in-law, you are truly the savior of our Yang family! From now on, our whole family will depend on you!"

Looking at his face, Chen Changsheng finally lost his patience.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly raised his hand.

"So noisy!"

hum!

The god-slaying spear, which had just drunk the blood of the saint's incarnation and clashed head-on with the saint's true form, reappeared in his hand.

An endless aura of destruction instantly locked onto Yang Tianyou, who was still talking incessantly.

"Die!"

"what?"

The fawning smile on Yang Tianyou's face froze instantly.

He was completely taken aback. One second he had regarded his son-in-law as his lifeline and future support, and the next second he had murderous intent towards him.

The terrifying aura emanating from that black spear made even his mortal soul tremble. A fear from the depths of his heart made his legs go weak, and he almost collapsed in the void.

"Son-in-law... what... what are you doing?" His voice was shrill and piercing with extreme fear.

Chen Changsheng didn't bother to waste words with him. With a flick of his arm, the God-Slaying Spear transformed into a black stream of deathly light, piercing straight into Yang Tianyou's heart.

"Sages, save me! Two sages, save me!"

The shadow of death loomed over him, and Yang Tianyou finally broke down. He reached out his hands toward Jieyin and Zhunti with heartbreaking despair, uttering a desperate cry for help.

In his view, he was, after all, a hostage brought from Peach Mountain by the Western Sect, a pawn they used to manipulate the Heavenly Court and Chen Changsheng.

Now that their pawn is about to be killed, they can't just stand by and watch it die, can they?

However, he thought too much.

The two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, stood quietly in place, observing coldly.

The Sage who guided the way still had that sorrowful look on his face, as if everything in the world was irrelevant to him.

The Sage Zhunti even had a barely perceptible sneer on his lips.

Save you?

Who do you think you are?

He was just an ordinary person, and his usefulness was gone. It was good to kill him now, as it would also do Tongtian and Chen Changsheng a favor and calm them down.

Are you suggesting we offend that madman Tongtian again for the sake of a piece of trash like you? Have you lost your mind?

Let alone that they don't want to save them, even if they did, would they dare?

Didn't you see those four swords still hanging in the sky?

If they dare to move even slightly, the next chaotic sword energy might not strike their bodies, but instead strike their crowns!

Yang Jiao, who was standing to the side, finally snapped out of his shock and instinctively tried to stop him.

No matter what, he is still his biological father!

But how could his speed possibly match that of the God-Slaying Spear?

puff!

A soft sound.

There is no suspense.

The God-Slaying Spear pierced Yang Tianyou's chest with pinpoint accuracy.

Yang Tianyou's body stiffened abruptly. He looked down at the bowl-sized hole in his chest in disbelief.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The next instant, the endless source of destruction attached to the God-Slaying Spear erupted with a deafening roar!

"No……"

Yang Tianyou only had time to let out a desperate groan before his body, along with his soul, was completely disintegrated and annihilated from the most fundamental level by that domineering and incomparable destructive power, right before everyone's eyes.

There was no flying blood and flesh, no dissipation of the primordial spirit.

He simply vanished into thin air, as if he had never existed in this world.

Ashes!

The entire Mount Sumeru fell into a deathly silence once again.

Everyone was stunned by Chen Changsheng's sudden and ruthless methods.

In front of two saints, in front of the leader of the Jie Sect, and in front of his brother-in-law, he did not hesitate to grind his cheap father-in-law to dust!

That kid is fucking ruthless!

Yang Jiao's outstretched hand froze in mid-air. He stared blankly at the spot where his father had just stood; it was now empty, with only a few wisps of dissipating destructive energy remaining.

Chen Changsheng sheathed the God-Slaying Spear, his expression remaining completely unchanged.

He looked at Yang Jiao and said in an icy voice:

"Big brother, remember this."

"He is not worthy to be your father, much less worthy to be my father-in-law."

"Today, I'm cleaning up my mother-in-law's household."