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In mid-air, the blind old Taoist priest, Randeng, had been maintaining the air of a quasi-saint, waiting to see the boy below reduced to ashes. But he couldn't even hold onto that air for half a breath.

The extremely arrogant shout of "Eat my old Sun's stick!" from above the clouds exploded right next to Ran Deng's eardrums.

Immediately afterwards, a gigantic iron rod, frighteningly thick and gleaming black, came crashing down with immense force and dazzling golden light, completely irrationally!

"Boom!"

The golden cudgel and the hundred-zhang-long azure giant blade collided solidly. The deafening explosion shattered all the clouds in the sky.

The violent shockwave swept wildly in all directions from the point of impact. The ground within a ten-mile radius was shoveled away by this force, removing a full three zhang (approximately 10 meters) thick! Trees were uprooted, boulders were shattered into powder, and choking yellow dust filled the air.

The [Soul-Chasing Sky-Piercing Cone], a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure that Ran Deng was so proud of, couldn't even withstand a sound against the Golden Cudgel. Several extremely crisp "crack" sounds rang out, and the surface of the cone was directly smashed into a dense web of spiderweb-like cracks. The blue light was extinguished on the spot.

The Void-Piercing Cone let out a mournful cry and flew back at ten times the speed it had come from, crashing violently into the palm of the lamp.

"what!"

Ran Deng screamed in agony as his tiger's mouth exploded on the spot, golden blood of a quasi-saint dripping down his withered fingers. The purplish-black poisonous blood flowed even more fiercely from the sunken wounds in his hands.

"It's you little beasts from the Pangu Palace again!" Although Randeng was blind, he had an unforgettable memory of this arrogant and unreasonable power!

He knew very well that this fighting style, which completely disregarded magical techniques and relied solely on physical strength and heavy weapons to smash people, was absolutely unique in the entire prehistoric world, except for the living ancestors of the Pangu Palace!

Randeng had suffered terribly at the hands of Pangu Palace for the rest of his life. He had gone blind, run naked, and fallen into a cesspool—all thanks to these little devils. He was now so terrified that his first thought wasn't revenge, but to turn around and run away!

Just as Ran Deng gritted his teeth and prepared to crush the spell and escape, the void behind him was suddenly torn open with extreme force.

Lin Wu, a born war maniac, emerged barefoot from the spatial rift, carrying a blood-red, god-slaying spear.

"You damned monkey! This old blind man's life is mine! Who told you to make the first move!" Lin Wu not only ignored Ran Deng, but also yelled at Lin Dasheng, who was carrying a stick above him.

"You're dawdling in the sky, so what if I, Old Sun, get itchy and smash it first!" Lin Dasheng squatted on the cloud, making a face at Lin Wu with extreme arrogance.

Ran Deng was furious when he heard the two children fighting over his head in mid-air. He, the dignified Vice Leader of the Chan Sect and a powerful figure at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, was being treated like a wild boar by a few immature toddlers who were dividing up his spoils!

"This is outrageous! Do you really think I'm made of clay?!" Ran Deng roared in exasperation, his withered hands clasped together, forcing out all the remaining quasi-saint power within his body.

Dozens of incredibly thick, golden defensive rune arrays instantly formed around him. He was determined to protect himself completely before finding an opportunity to escape.

Lin Wu turned his head and looked at the tortoise shell that Randeng had created, his face full of disgust.

"Old man, you think you can play defense against me? Your turtle shell isn't even as strong as my third sister's ice block!"

Lin Wu made no unnecessary movements, gripping the shaft of the God-Slaying Spear tightly with both hands, instantly channeling the brute force of his Chaos War God Body into it. The black and red killing aura on the spear tip suddenly surged for over ten zhang.

He stomped his foot hard in mid-air, transforming into a streak of crimson lightning, and thrust the tip of his spear directly into the golden protective light of the lamp.

This God-Slaying Spear is an ultimate killing weapon that can even pierce a hole in the flesh of a saint. Dealing with the acquired defensive formation of a severely injured old blind man is like using a red-hot iron rod to poke through thin paper.

"Click, click, click!"

The seemingly indestructible golden shield couldn't even withstand half a breath before the God-Slaying Spear, and was violently shredded into dust layer by layer.

"No! This is impossible!" Ran Deng screamed in terror and retreated frantically.

But he was no match for Lin Wu's speed. Lin Wu thrust both hands forward with a sudden burst of speed.

"Pfft!"

A sickeningly sharp sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out in mid-air. The extremely sharp tip of the God-Slaying Spear pierced through Ran Deng's left shoulder directly and decisively, leaving a gaping, bloody hole in his emaciated shoulder.

The dark red and malevolent energy surged wildly into Randeng's meridians through the wound, causing him to tremble violently and nearly faint on the spot.

At this moment, Wutian, who was squatting in the mud pit below, witnessed this smooth and one-sided crushing operation. He was so shocked that he almost dropped the fake Investiture of the Gods in his hand.

He swallowed hard, inwardly cursing in utter disbelief: "Damn it, what did these kids eat to grow up like this? How old are they to be able to stab a quasi-saint like a dog with a gun? The Lord's family background is simply outrageous!"