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"What...what kind of poison did you give me?!"

Zhunti, amidst extreme, inhuman pain, finally came to his senses!

He clutched his stomach, which felt like it was about to explode, his eyes bloodshot with terror. He stared in utter disbelief at his honest, hardworking apprentice, a dying roar escaping his throat.

Kinnara looked at Zhunti, who was twitching on the ground like a dead dog, and his hypocrisy and weeping instantly disappeared, as smoothly as a Sichuan opera face-changing act.

He stood up very slowly, and then suddenly pulled with his right hand.

With a "rip," he tore the tattered, patched-up outer robe to shreds.

"boom!"

An extremely pure and dense terrifying demonic energy, so intense that it distorted and darkened the surrounding void, surged into the sky from Kinnara's body without reservation!

This extremely domineering demonic energy instantly turned the entire drafty hall into pitch black, and even the remaining Heavenly Dao rules of Mount Sumeru were forcibly rejected at this moment!

At this moment, Kinnara's eyes were as black as bottomless abysses. His once compassionate and taciturn face had become extremely sinister and arrogant. A dark purple demonic mark appeared between his brows; the embryonic form of the future Demon Lord Wutian was finally fully exposed in this drafty hall!

"You old bald donkey, you ask me what I fed you?" Kinnara let out an extremely crazy and ear-piercing laugh, laughing so hard that tears were almost streaming down his face.

He strode up to Zhunti and, in an extremely arrogant and disrespectful manner, stomped heavily on the back of Zhunti's intact left hand, grinding it with his toe in an extremely cruel way.

"The food I gave you is a death warrant to send you, you old beast, on your way out! You hypocrite, spouting righteousness while harboring nothing but wickedness and depravity!"

Kinnara looked down at Zhunti, his voice as cold as the winds of the deepest hell: "You sent me to Chaoge, the capital of the Shang Dynasty, to be cannon fodder and get beaten up. I know all the dirty and disgusting things you did behind my back! You think that big-mouthed beast is pretty? You're rolling on the ground trying to get away with it, aren't you!"

"What bullshit Western Paradise! What salvation for all living beings! Your lousy Western religion is nothing but a cesspool of filth! Today, I'll act on behalf of Heaven and completely flatten this rotten cesspool!"

Kinnara's words were like poisoned daggers, each one drawing blood, stabbing directly and cruelly into Zhunti's already cracked and fragile heart.

Zhunti looked at this traitor who had completely fallen into demonic possession and even dared to step on his own hands, and listened to his extremely foul and piercing insults. He was so angry that his whole body trembled as if he had been electrocuted, and a "clucking" sound came from his throat.

"You wretched creature... how dare you betray me! How dare you stray into the demonic path!"

Zhunti was so enraged that his eyes were bloodshot, and two streams of bloody tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. As a sage, he would rather risk the complete collapse of his Dao heart and a drop in his realm than allow such a disgraceful act of betraying his master and ancestors to continue standing before him!

"This old Taoist priest will...clean house today!"

Zhunti let out an extremely mournful roar, like a cuckoo crying blood! He forcefully squeezed out the last bit of dark golden saintly essence blood from the depths of his dantian that had not yet been corroded by the poison.

His left hand, which was being stepped on, suddenly flipped over, and an extremely terrifying, world-destroying, saintly power was unleashed without reservation!

"Bang!"

Kinnara had no intention of dodging. He looked at the palm strike solidly into his chest with extreme mockery and icy eyes.

With a muffled thud, Kinnara's demonic body exploded into a cloud of black, foul-smelling blood mist under the saint's hateful blow, leaving not even a single intact bone behind.

After Zhunti unleashed that devastating palm strike, it was as if all life force had been instantly drained from his body.

He tilted his head back and vomited another mouthful of dark golden blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. The small bone spur that had just grown on his right shoulder shattered again with a "crack" under the violent backlash of the magic power.

His eyes rolled back, and he fell into a deep coma, lying limply in the cold pool of blood like a dead dog.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in the Netherworld, inside the Pingxin Hall...

Lin Xuan was leaning back leisurely in Houtu's large armchair, holding a cup of top-grade enlightenment tea. He was watching the final image of the Sumeru Mountain Palace reflected in the floating water mirror in front of him.

Just as Kinnara's physical body shattered, an extremely well-hidden, top-grade sky-covering cloak tightly wrapped a wisp of the purest black true spirit. Following the causal lines that Lin Xuan had arranged in advance, it ignored the distance in space and steadily floated into Lin Xuan's large palm.

Lin Xuan toyed with the wisp of true spirit that exuded violent demonic energy, and a cold, sneer that was extremely arrogant and inhuman appeared on his lips.

"Well done, Xiao Jin. This combination of self-inflicted injury and poison has tricked this old bald monk so badly that he's vomiting up his gallbladder, and his Dao heart is at least shattered into QR codes."

Lin Xuan suddenly stood up and slammed the cup on the table with an extremely domineering air, his eyes filled with a calculating glint.

"Since you've sacrificed your physical body to complete this mission, I'll personally go to the bottom of the Blood Sea and use the Asura's essence to reshape an even more ruthless demonic body for you! Once you're resurrected, I'll see if those bald monks from the Western Sect will ever have a peaceful life again!"