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"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With several earth-shattering explosions, five huge meteorite craters emitting black smoke were directly smashed into the allied front line a mile outside the barrier.

Amidst the flying mud, Lin Wu and Lin Dasheng from the Ultimate Martial Arts Group, Lin Ze and Lin Xi from the God of Wealth Group, and Lin Huang from the Specialized Robbery Team, arrogantly jumped out of the pit.

The moment these five mischievous kids appeared, the tens of thousands of Western Sect monks and Chan Sect disciples opposite them were so frightened that they took three big steps back. Ju Liusun, the bald man, was so scared that he reflexively covered his crotch.

"Robbery! Hand over all your valuables!" Lin Dasheng, carrying the Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel) that emitted thick black smoke, stood with one foot on the edge of the pit, pointing arrogantly at the other side.

"These ill-mannered little beasts! There are more of us, don't be afraid of them! Form the Eighteen Arhats Formation! Charge up and tear them apart!" The Tiger-Taming Arhat, who was in charge of replacing the Dead Dragon-Subduing Arhat leading the team from the Western Sect, gritted his teeth, pulled out his Vajra Pestle, and directed the eighteen newly promoted bald men in the front row to push forward.

Eighteen beams of golden light, at the level of Taiyi Golden Immortals, shot into the sky and merged into one.

"You dare to show off this turtle shell like that?" Lin Wu didn't waste a single word, and with his chubby little hand, he picked up the God-Slaying Spear that exuded endless killing intent.

He directly activated the Chaos War God Body. An extremely terrifying blood-red aura exploded from his body, and he transformed into a black and red lightning bolt, crashing headlong into the golden formation of the Eighteen Arhats.

"Break!" Lin Wu uttered a cold, low shout. The God-Slaying Spear drew a fan-shaped trail of deathly black light in mid-air, sweeping away thousands of troops in one move.

"Crack! Crack!" A series of extremely crisp cracking sounds rang out. The golden bodies that the Eighteen Arhats were so proud of could not even withstand a fraction of a second before the ultimate sharpness of the God-Slaying Spear, which could pierce even a saint, and shattered into shining glass shards all over the ground.

The dozen or so monks in the front row had their chests dented by the gun barrels, spitting out blood as they flew dozens of feet away, crashing into the crowd behind them and howling in agony. Their formation was instantly shattered into a pile of mud.

"Well done, Seventh Brother! The logistics convoy for those bald monks is now mine!" Lin Dasheng's eyes gleamed with an alarming light as he looked at the chaotic scene behind him.

He swung his Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff), rubbed his hands together, and the black staff swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into a super Optimus Prime that was ten thousand feet long and as thick as a water vat!

Lin Dasheng swung his stick with extreme arrogance and brutally smashed it down on the dozens of large flying vehicles of the Western Sect that were storing supplies and immortal crystals.

"Bang!" The logistics convoy, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, was smashed into a pile of wood chips. The low-grade immortal crystals and scrap metal magic treasures that the Western Church had painstakingly gathered inside the vehicles were blown to bits.

"Mynah! Hurry up and collect the money!" Lin Dasheng shouted as he turned around.

The brother and sister from the God of Wealth group, who had been waiting behind them, had their eyes shining with excitement.

Lin Ze expertly manipulated the exquisite abacus in his hand, rapidly chanting, "Three hundred thousand for maliciously damaging the air quality of Dashang, five hundred thousand for illegally gathering a crowd. Paying debts is a matter of course!"

His younger sister, Lin Xi, the little girl with pigtails next to him, pulled out the ultimate cheat code with wings—the Treasure Drop Coin—from her pocket!

"Golden rain, fall!" Lin Xi clapped her hands happily, and the golden coins flew directly into the air.

In an instant, countless golden copper coin phantoms rained down like a torrential downpour.

As soon as these copper coin phantoms touched the weapons in the hands of the disciples of the Chan Sect and the Western Sect, or the storage bags on their waists, those magical treasures immediately became like kites with broken strings, completely out of their owners' control, and all rushed into the large sack that Lin Ze had opened.

"My natal flying sword! Why is it out of control!"

"Damn it! My storage bag! It contained my last two immortal crystals!"

The entire coalition forces went completely mad. Tens of thousands of men watched helplessly as their weapons seemed to grow legs and fly away, impossible to hold onto.

Just then, from the rear of the Chan Sect's ranks, a third-generation disciple with an extremely strange appearance rushed out. This person was named Yang Ren, and he had two hands growing out of his eyes, each holding a fan—the renowned top-grade acquired spiritual treasure, the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan!

"You audacious wretch! How dare you steal my Chan Sect's magic weapon! Taste the power of my Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan!" Yang Ren roared arrogantly, waving his fan with both hands.

An extremely hot five-colored divine fire rolled out from the fan surface, and it looked like it was about to burn Lin Xi.

"Stealing my sister's business? You're asking for death!" Lin Huang, who hadn't made a move yet, snorted coldly, and the five-colored feather mark between his eyebrows lit up.

The mutated five-colored divine light transformed into five tangible bolts of light, directly slashing towards the ball of fire.

With a "whoosh!" the five-colored divine light swept forward with extreme dominance. Not only did the massive divine fire disappear without a single spark, but the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan in Yang Ren's hand also vanished into thin air!

But that wasn't all; Lin Huang's extremely domineering "blatant robbery" characteristic erupted completely. The divine light continued its relentless advance, circling Yang Ren once.

Yang Ren felt a chill run through his body. His protective Taoist robe, inner armor, and even his boots and underwear, which he was so proud of, were all confiscated by the Five-Colored Divine Light!

"Ah—!" Yang Ren let out an extremely shrill and shameful scream. He stood naked in front of tens of thousands of people, desperately covering his lower body with his hands, shivering from the biting northern wind.

"This is too poor. They don't even have a valuable inner armor." Lin Huang curled his lips in extreme disdain.

Lin Xuan, watching the show from the city wall, laughed so hard he slapped his thigh and roared, "Good son! Strip that bald guy without eyebrows naked too! Let's see how he'll ever show his face again!"