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"Which damned bastard plotted against me?!"

The unfortunate monk whose head had been smashed by the flying sword clutched his bleeding bald head and let out an angry roar.

He suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the equally bewildered disciple of the Chan Sect opposite him.

In his view, the flying sword came from the direction of the Chan Sect, so who else could have done it if not them!

"You bastards from the Chan Sect! How dare you resort to underhanded tactics!"

The monk completely lost his mind. He roared and activated the golden body within his body, charging towards the Chan Sect's camp like a mad bull.

"boom!"

This completely ignited the powder keg.

"Those bald monks struck first! Brothers, charge! Avenge our fallen comrades!"

"Kill these hypocritical old fogies!"

The disciples on both sides could no longer contain their anger and instantly lost their reason.

The brilliance of magical artifacts, the piercing shouts of battle, and the fierce hand-to-hand combat erupted with a deafening roar!

The entire canyon instantly turned into a bloody grinder, with severed limbs flying everywhere, creating an extremely gruesome scene.

"They're fighting! They're fighting!"

On the starry sky spaceship, a group of mischievous children were dancing and shouting with excitement.

Lin Xuan leaned back comfortably on the soft couch, his left arm around the shy Deng Chanyu and his right arm around Bai Yaoyao, who had completely given up resisting.

While stuffing his mouth with juicy roasted monster meat, he watched with great relish the annual "dog-eat-dog" drama unfolding below.

"Not bad, not bad, that's more like it."

Lin Xuan commented, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Amidst the crowd on the battlefield, a figure clad in a black cloak moved about like a ghost.

It was none other than the Demon Lord Wutian.

He wore the [Supreme Sky-Covering Cloak] bestowed upon him by Lin Xuan, perfectly concealing all his aura and causal connections.

He was like a master hunter, specifically targeting those disciples of the Chan Sect who were seriously injured and separated in the melee.

Whenever a disciple of the Chan Sect is beaten to the ground by the Western Sect and coughs up blood, he would appear from behind with extreme cunning, silently sever the opponent's neck with a black dagger, and then skillfully use the [Pseudo-Investiture of the Gods] to extract the opponent's true spirit.

The entire process was seamless and went unnoticed by anyone.

His KPIs are rising at an alarming rate.

On the deck of the flying boat, Lin Dasheng and Lin Ting, these two little gamblers, even excitedly started a "betting odds".

"I bet the Chan Sect will all die first! They seem more vulnerable!"

Lin Dasheng took out several top-grade spirit stones and slammed them on the table.

"I'm betting on the Western religion! They're bald, they're easy to spot!"

Not to be outdone, Lin Ting also placed a bet.

The battle below became increasingly fierce, as the Western Church had the advantage in numbers and its members were all fearless madmen.

Although the disciples of the Chan Sect possessed excellent magical weapons, they gradually began to falter, and their lines of defense were gradually compressed.

It seemed that Western religions were about to achieve an overwhelming victory.

Just then, the void above the battlefield suddenly twisted violently, as if a powerful force had forcibly torn a hole in it.

A disheveled figure, yet filled with boundless rage, descended from the crack.

The newcomer had his eyes closed, with purplish-black pus flowing from his eye sockets. He was none other than the Taoist Ran Deng, who had been blinded by the backlash of the curse!

"A bunch of useless trash! Stop right there!"

Although the Taoist Ran Deng was blind, his pressure as a Quasi-Saint was still very real.

As soon as he appeared, his terrifying aura enveloped the entire battlefield, making everyone feel suffocated.

He sensed that the disciples of the Chan Sect had suffered a great loss, and his anger burned fiercely. He disregarded all rules and prepared to forcibly suppress them.