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The edge of the southern continent.

In the dilapidated temple deep in the mountains, the ground was littered with the twisted corpses of the lowest-ranking members of the Chan Sect and the Western Sect.

Wutian, wearing that jet-black, exquisitely crafted cloak that seemed to cover the sky, stared expressionlessly at the corpses scattered on the ground.

He reached out and stuffed the fake Investiture of the Gods scroll, filled with true spirits, back into his inner pocket, his fingers expertly stroking his chin twice.

Lin Xuan's task for him was to hunt down a large number of people from the two sects to fill the list.

However, Wutian was very clear-headed. If he continued to carry out assassinations in these remote places, it wouldn't be long before Kunlun Mountain and Mount Sumeru would send even stronger beings down to investigate. The blind Burning Lamp just now was the best warning.

"Our master taught us that the highest form of hunting is making them fight each other. Today, let's give these two old bastards some fun."

Wu Tian's lips curled into an extremely cold smile, like the sixth brother.

He nimbly walked to the corner of the wall to the corpse of the skinny, monkey-like Taoist priest from the Chan Sect whose neck he had snapped.

He reached out and tore three jade identity tokens engraved with Jade Void Palace runes from the waist of the corpse. Wutian weighed them in his hand for a moment, then casually tossed them next to the corpses of several Western Sect monks.

This is not finished.

Wutian swiftly formed hand seals, using an extremely rare image-recording formation from the Demonic Sect to capture the moment when several Chan Sect disciples drew their swords and uttered threats during the killing.

He projected this illusory silhouette onto the mottled wall of the dilapidated temple. The array was activated, and the wall immediately began to play a clear, looping image of several Taoist priests holding bloodstained swords and shouting arrogantly, "These bald monks from the West deserve to die!"

After completing this seemingly perfect setup, Wu Tian didn't linger at all.

The laws of space were activated, and he transformed into a cloud of black mist, disappearing into the void without a trace.

Two hours later.

Two golden beams flew through the sky and landed with a "bang" outside the dilapidated temple gate.

These are two Vajra protectors of the Western religion, each ten feet tall and with bulging muscles. They carry vajras and are the leaders who have been ordered to inspect the branch temple's debt collection situation.

As soon as the two entered the dilapidated temple, they were forced to pinch their noses by the overwhelming stench of blood. When they saw the extremely gruesome corpses of their fellow disciples on the ground, their eyes immediately turned red.

"Who did this! Which blind bastard dared to kill someone from Mount Sumeru!" the tall Vajra roared.

The short, sharp-eyed King Kong walked directly to the corpse and picked up the three jade tablets engraved with the Jade Void Palace mark.

He looked up again at the projection on the wall, which was playing on a loop of images of disciples of the Chan Sect wielding swords to kill people and cursing the bald monk.

"Senior brother! Look!" The short, Vajra-like man crushed the jade pendant in his hand, trembling with rage. "It was those Taoist priests from the Chan Sect who did it! They were trying to steal our incense offerings, and they actually killed people!"

"This is outrageous!" The tall, Vajra-like man slammed his pestle on the ground, shattering the floor tiles. "The disciples of the Primordial Celestial Venerable are all unreasonable mad dogs! Let's go! We'll go to the lower courtyard of Pingfeng Mountain, a hundred miles away, and vent our anger!"

The two giant robots were completely enraged.

They immediately blew bamboo whistles, summoning three powerful, mountain-sized demonic beasts—all brainwashed and subdued by the Western Sect—from the back mountain. One of them rode a beast, and they charged furiously towards the Chan Sect's mortal branch.

In the courtyard at the foot of Pingfeng Mountain.

A dozen or so disciples of the Chan Sect were sitting upright on prayer cushions, reciting the Tao Te Ching with their eyes closed.

"boom!"

A deafening roar echoed. The two extremely thick black iron gates of the lower courtyard were smashed into countless pieces by a gigantic rhinoceros beast.

Two Western Vajra warriors rushed in, brandishing their vajras.

"You traitors of the Chan Sect, prepare to die! You killed my fellow disciples, today you will pay for your crimes in blood!" Without saying a word, the tall Vajra smashed the head of a young Chan Sect Taoist priest who was meditating with his pestle. Brain matter splattered directly onto the Tao Te Ching.

The disciples of the Chan Sect, usually so arrogant and elite, were completely stunned. Once they realized what had happened, they were all furious.

"You bald monks from the Western Sect dare to disrupt our territory! You're courting death!" The leading Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect drew his top-grade flying sword.

Neither side listened to any explanation.

The Western Vajra, wielding his Vajra pestle, charged rampage with his demonic beasts. The disciples of the Chan Sect unleashed a barrage of acquired spiritual treasures and talismans. The entire lower courtyard instantly transformed into a horrific meat grinder, with severed limbs flying everywhere, their eyes bloodshot with rage.

At this time, the Great Shang Dynasty of the Primordial Era.

Lin Xuan sat on a white tiger-skin rocking chair in the main hall of the Pangu Palace.

A three-zhang-wide high-definition water mirror was floating in front of them, broadcasting the entire chaotic battle at Pingfeng Mountain live.

Lin Dasheng squatted on the artificial hill, grabbing half a premium watermelon and eating it until his face was covered in juice.

He pointed at the water mirror and shouted, "Look! That bald guy had half his ear cut off by the Taoist priest! These good-for-nothings can't even fight like monkeys!"

Lin Wu, wiping the God-Slaying Spear beside him, looked disgusted: "Too slow. He doesn't even stab people in the heart. If I were in his shoes, I could turn them into candied hawthorns in two seconds."

Lin Xuan comfortably shifted his lying position. He grabbed a peeled lychee, popped it into his mouth, and grinned broadly.

"This is what you call dogs fighting over a mouthful of fur. Let them tear it apart themselves; it saves us a lot of trouble." Lin Xuan waved his hand, turned down the volume on the water mirror, and continued watching this extremely comical infighting.