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East China Sea.

The outer perimeter of the Dragon Clan's Treasure Vault.

A chaotic battle is underway.

The dragon's guards suffered repeated defeats.

The first layer of defenses in the treasure vault has been breached.

The second floor is also teetering on the brink of collapse.

Ao Guang, dressed in golden armor, stood behind the formation and directed the operation.

The old Dragon King's beard was almost completely white from worry.

"Hold on! Everyone, hold on!"

Although he may be timid in general, he can still stand up for himself in crucial moments.

After all, he is the Dragon King of the East Sea.

The dragon race's tens of thousands of years of accumulated knowledge and experience are not just empty words.

But there were too many people today.

More than three hundred dragon cultivators surged forward, their formation chaotic, making it difficult to distinguish friend from foe.

Among them were five old dragons at the level of Great Luo Golden Immortals.

These old dragons were originally elders of the dragon clan.

But they were turned against us by someone and suddenly joined forces to launch an attack.

In addition, there were three disciples of the Chan Sect outside cooperating in the attack.

Ao Guang recognized one of them—

Red sperm.

One of the Twelve Immortals of the Chan Sect—no, one of the Eleven Golden Immortals.

That unlucky guy who was hung upside down by Lin Ling'er with vines during the last battle for the Human Emperor.

He somehow acquired a new magical artifact and was currently hacking at the dragon clan's defensive formation.

"Chi Jingzi! Your Chan Sect has no grudge against my Dragon Clan! Why are you attacking my treasure vault?!"

Ao Guang shouted outside.

Chi Jingzi sneered.

"Dragon King, please don't be offended. This is Master's order. As long as you obediently hand over half of the spirit ore in the treasure vault—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

A loud shout came from the top of the sky.

"Who said you only want half? I'll take them all!"

Two streaks of light descended from the sky.

It happened so fast that Chi Jingzi didn't even have time to raise his head.

The first purple light—

"Bang!"

The God-Slaying Spear slammed directly into the protective light barrier in front of Chi Jingzi.

The light screen shattered.

Chi Jingzi was thrown dozens of feet away by the shockwave.

He steadied himself in mid-air and looked down—

A child exuding an aura of killing intent was holding a long spear and staring coldly at him.

Lin Wu.

The second golden light fell on the front door of the treasure vault.

Lin Jian.

The third eye on his forehead opened slightly.

A silver light swept across the entire battlefield.

With a single sweep—

The factions of the more than three hundred dragon cultivators are immediately clear.

Those with ulterior motives—their true spirits were accompanied by a faint, dark golden halo.

That is the mark of destiny of Western religion.

Those who have been turned to the other side all possess these traits.

"Seventh Brother."

Lin Jian spoke calmly.

"One hundred and seven traitors. Marked. Those with the dark gold glow."

"OK."

Lin Wu twirled the God-Slaying Spear in his hand.

"One hundred and seven, right? Give me fifty breaths."

He took a step forward.

The God-Slaying Spear first stabs and then thrusts.

The first shot—

It pierced through the protective scales of a powerful Golden Immortal dragon.

The law of destruction at the tip of the spear flowed directly into the body through the wound.

The old dragon let out a miserable cry and transformed back into its true form.

A hundred-foot-long dragon plummeted from the sky.

The second shot—

Sweep.

The blade of the God-Slaying Spear drew a purplish-black arc.

Wherever the arc of light passed, the three traitorous dragon cultivators at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level were cut in half by the gun energy.

The third shot—

Upwards.

They lifted a traitorous dragon who was attempting a sneak attack out of the ground and flung it into the air.

"then!"

Lin Wu called out.

Lin Jian opened his third eye below.

The Heavenly Eye is fully open.

An extremely condensed silver laser shot out from his forehead.

Its brightness is comparable to that of a small sun.

The laser drew an arc in the air.

It precisely pierced through the traitor Long Xiu, who had been flung into the air.

at the same time--

The laser continued to extend backward.

He glanced at the dozen or so traitors lined up behind him.

One light.

More than a dozen people collapsed immediately.

He's not dead.

His protective spiritual armor was pierced by a laser, and his cultivation was suppressed to the mortal level by the power of the Heavenly Eye's laws.

They collapsed to the ground, too weak to even stand up.

The dragon guards were stunned.

They fought for ages but couldn't break through the rebel army—

The two children collapsed within moments of coming up.

"This...this is the child of the Thirteen Ancestral Witches?"

A dragon guard stammered.

"What else? You think they were just passing by?"

The old dragon general next to him rolled his eyes at him.

Lin Wu's God-Slaying Spear technique became increasingly effective.

He was born to fight.

The explosive power of the Chaos War God Body in actual combat has no upper limit.

The more games you play, the better your form becomes.

They got more and more excited as they played.

Ten breaths passed.

Thirty percent of the rebels have already fallen.

Twenty breaths.

60%.

Thirty breaths.

Ninety percent.

The last few remaining traitors, all at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level, had completely lost their will to fight in the face of Lin Wu's spear.

They knelt on the ground, trembling.

"Spare us! We were forced into this!"

"Forced?"

Lin Wu pointed the tip of his gun at them.

"My father said, traitors will not be spared."

His eyes were icy cold.

This decisive and ruthless nature was entirely inherited from his mother—the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden.

Chi Jingzi watched this scene from a distance, his face ashen.

He wanted to run away.

But his legs wouldn't obey him.

Because Lin Jian's Heavenly Eye was watching him.

The combined effect of the Heavenly Emperor's oppressive aura and the Heavenly Eye's locking effect.

Chi Jingzi, a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal—

It's completely immobile.

"The people who expound the teachings."

Lin Jian walked up to Chi Jingzi.

"Go back and tell your master that the Dragon Clan is the territory of our Pangu Palace. Anyone who dares to come again—"

He placed the three-pointed, double-edged sword against Chi Jingzi's neck.

"Next time, it won't be as simple as just kicking them out."

Chi Jingzi swallowed.

He could sense the murderous aura emanating from the knife.

That was not intimidation.

It's the kind of determination that really goes all in.

"I...I'm leaving...I'm leaving right now..."

Chi Jingzi slunk away.

The other two disciples of the Chan Sect also ran away.

The outcome was decided in one battle.

The entire process should not exceed fifty breaths.

After the dragon guards recovered from their shock—

They all knelt down in unison.

Facing the direction of Lin Wu and Lin Jian.

"Thank you both, young masters, for saving our lives!"

Ao Guang also emerged from behind the formation.

The old Dragon King's golden armor was covered in cracks.

Her face showed both gratitude and heartache.

He looked at the blood-dripping, god-slaying spear in Lin Wu's hand.

There was only one thought in my mind—

Sending my daughter to marry him was the best decision I ever made in my life.

"Grandpa!"

Lin Wu put away his gun and ran to Ao Guang.

"Are you alright?"

"No...no..."

Ao Guang's lips trembled twice.

The child called him "Grandpa".

They called each other so affectionately.

His nose tingled, and he almost burst into tears on the spot.

"Good boy...good boy..."

Just then—

The sky suddenly darkened.

A huge shadow loomed over from the north.

The shadow was ridiculously large.

It covered half the sky.

Everyone looked up.

An incredibly large golden bird is flying in.

Its wingspan is a thousand feet.

Each feather shimmered with a dark golden light.

His eyes were like two burning golden suns.

Western religion—

The Saint's Mount -

Golden-winged Roc.

Lin Wu gripped the God-Slaying Spear tightly once more.

He glanced back at Lin Jian.

The two brothers exchanged a glance.

There was no fear in his eyes.

only--

"Is this big one big enough for the two of us to fight?"

Lin Jian narrowed his Heavenly Eye slightly.

A silver scanning beam swept across the golden-winged roc.

"Mid-stage Quasi-Saint".

Lin Wu's lips curled into a grin.

That's enough.

The giant shadow of the Golden-Winged Roc descended.

The hurricane, whipped up by wings, created towering waves hundreds of feet high on the surface of the East China Sea.

The dragon cultivators turned pale.

Ao Guang's legs were trembling.

But Lin Wu—

He raised the God-Slaying Spear and stepped towards the giant bird that blotted out the sky.