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Outside the Great Shang barrier, the scene has become extremely tragic.

The once formidable allied forces of the Chan Sect and the Western Sect were utterly reduced to a pathetic "beggar army" after being plundered by the Lin family's mischievous children in less than an incense stick's time.

The ground was littered with discarded rags. Countless monks and Taoists, shirtless and clutching their private parts, shivered in the cold wind. Magical treasures had been looted, immortal crystals had been plundered, and even Ju Liusun's natal flying sword had been mercilessly taken away by Lin Xi's Treasure-Dropping Coin.

This is such a huge loss of face! So huge that even the sage observing from the shadows couldn't sit still any longer.

In the far west, thousands of miles away, in a dilapidated, drafty chamber on Mount Sumeru.

Zhunti stared at the water mirror before him, watching his disciples being made fools of like monkeys by a few toddlers, not even leaving them with their underwear. His already withered old face twisted into an extremely terrifying purplish-black.

"Lin Xuan!!! You outrageous bastard! Even if it means divine retribution, I'll smash a hole in your lousy barrier today!"

Zhunti completely lost his composure! He no longer cared about maintaining his saintly dignity or about karmic repercussions.

He frantically bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of incredibly thick, dark golden holy blood into the air. His remaining left hand moved with lightning speed, forming hand seals and forcefully drawing upon the last vestiges of Western fortune from beneath Mount Sumeru!

"Great Luo Mantra! Shatter for me!"

Zhunti let out an extremely fierce roar. The energy, mixed with the essence of the saint and the fortune of the West, instantly traversed tens of millions of miles of void, transforming into a golden pillar of light thousands of feet thick, radiating an extremely terrifying aura of destruction, and violently crashing down towards the top of the "Severed Heavenly Connection" barrier of Chaoge City of the Great Shang Dynasty!

If this hits hard, it will cause a massive earthquake not only in Chaoge City, but also in half of Kyushu!

The onlookers on the city wall were all terrified by the sudden oppressive aura of the sage, their faces turning deathly pale.

But just as the golden beam of light was about to touch the outermost layer of the barrier shield...

"Beep—!" A piercing red alarm sound instantly echoed throughout Kyushu.

Lin Xuan's pre-set Juedi Tiantong ProMax counterattack system was automatically activated with exceptional smoothness at this critical moment!

The massive, 100,000-zhang-long, materialized golden dragon of fortune above the Great Shang Dynasty suddenly opened its enormous, domineering dragon eyes. It snorted coldly with utter disdain, not even bothering to dodge, and directly mobilized its terrifying primordial chaos energy and the peak fortune of the entire human race!

"Buzz!"

The surface of the barrier didn't even show a ripple. Instead, it resembled a top-quality polished mirror.

The thousand-foot-long pillar of saintly light, imbued with Zhunti's extreme rage, was forcibly compressed and twisted the instant it touched the barrier. Then, with ten times the speed and ten times the power of its initial attack, it transformed into an extremely dazzling purple-gold reverse aurora, precisely counterattacking along the causal path from which Zhunti had hurled his attack!

Inside the secret chamber of Mount Sumeru.

Zhunti had just caught his breath, and a cruel sneer had just appeared on his lips.

Before he could finish laughing, a deafening roar erupted!

The purple-gold beam of light, with its tenfold counter-damage, smashed through the thick mountainside from the top of the secret chamber without warning. It slammed into Zhunti's chest with extreme ferocity and utter irrationality!

"puff--!"

Zhunti didn't even manage to utter a complete sentence. He was like a broken sack struck by a ten-thousand-ton iron hammer, smashing through the back wall of the secret chamber with a "bang".

He was like a cannonball that went out of control, flying tens of thousands of miles before finally coming to a stop after crashing into an unfortunate asteroid in mid-air.

Zhunti had at least a dozen bones broken, and his old face was as white as paper. He tilted his head back and spat out three more mouthfuls of extremely thick, dark golden holy blood. A large chunk of his chest caved in, and his aura instantly weakened to the extreme.

And outside the ruins of Mount Sumeru.

Kinnara, who had been wearing the "top-grade sky-covering cloak" given to him by Lin Xuan and was pretending to sweep the floor with great effort, watched helplessly as his "high and mighty" hypocritical master was reflected back into this extremely miserable dead dog appearance by his ultimate move.

Kinnara gripped the broom tightly with an extremely subtle force, a glint of extreme madness and exhilarating bloodlust flashing in his eyes.

"You old bald monk...you've finally met your match. Watch how your dutiful disciple will 'send you off'." Kinnara grinned with an extremely sinister smile, dragging his broom as he slowly walked towards the deep pit where Zhunti had fallen...