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On the edge of a sea of ​​blood.

A colossal treasure ship, thousands of feet long and radiating blinding golden light, hovered in mid-air. Dense Sanskrit inscriptions surrounded the golden ship, its radiant light attempting to suppress the malevolent aura of the blood-red sea below.

The ship was packed with bald monks. Each one had a fierce face, holding a vajra and prayer beads, and they were swaggering down at the sea of ​​blood below.

"Listen up, demons in the sea of ​​blood! Quickly dismantle the formation and accept the Buddha's salvation! Otherwise, I, the Buddha, will evaporate this sea of ​​blood today! And you will never be able to be reborn!"

The leader, a guardian Vajra at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal level, was shouting and cursing, spittle flying everywhere.

Just then, Lin Xuan, accompanied by Rakshasa, appeared out of thin air directly in front of the Golden Ship of Salvation.

Lin Xuan stood with one hand in his pocket, wearing his ever-present white short-sleeved shirt and floral shorts, with flip-flops on his feet, staring at the three thousand Arhats on the boat with the same look he had on a dead man.

The leading Vajra guardian was stunned for a moment when he saw Lin Xuan and Rakshasa suddenly appear, then revealed a greedy look in his eyes.

He had been in seclusion in the Western Sect for many years and had never seen Lin Xuan's true face, nor could he sense the extremely restrained pressure of a peak Quasi-Saint emanating from Lin Xuan.

"Oh! There's such a beautiful Asura demon hiding in this sea of ​​blood?" The guardian Vajra grinned, pointing at the Rakshasa woman and shouting arrogantly, "You pretty boy in white, get out of here! Hand over this demon, and I, the Buddha, will take her as my bed warmer! I'll spare your dog's life!"

The three thousand Arhats on the boat burst into laughter, their eyes filled with unbridled lewdness.

The Rakshasa woman trembled with rage, gritting her teeth as she cursed, "You ignorant bastards! Today I'll skin you alive!"

Lin Xuan didn't even frown.

He grinned so wide his mouth reached his ears, revealing a cruel smile that would send chills down the spines of anyone who knew him.

"Get the hell out of my way?" Lin Xuan's tone was extremely casual, as if he were chatting with someone. "You Westerners are not only poor, but also incredibly stupid. Don't you even have eyes when you go out?"

"How dare you! You insult my Western religion! You ignorant ants!"

Enraged, the guardian deity unleashed the power of a Taiyi Golden Immortal within his body. The vajra in his hand, as thick as a bowl, burst forth with dazzling golden light, creating a gust of wind, and slammed down fiercely towards Lin Xuan's forehead.

"Husband, be careful!" the Rakshasa woman cried out instinctively.

Lin Xuan didn't take out any magical treasures at all, and he didn't even take his left hand out of his pocket.

He simply raised his right hand casually and gently grasped the thousand-foot-long golden ship of salvation in front of him.

"Buzz—!"

The Great Perfection Spatial Laws were activated instantly!

The space within a hundred miles was like a block of ice that had been frozen in an instant. The demon-subduing pestle that was about to smash towards Lin Xuan was abruptly stopped in mid-air, not even a wisp of wind could pass through it.

The arrogant expression on the guardian Vajra's face froze instantly. He was horrified to discover that he couldn't move even a single finger. The surrounding space seemed to have turned into indestructible divine iron, imprisoning him completely.

The entire golden ship of salvation, along with the three thousand Arhats on board, was frozen in mid-air, like a comical still life painting.

"What's going on! My magic has been sealed!"

"What kind of monster is this?! Help!"

The Arhats screamed inwardly, their eyes filled with extreme fear of the unknown. They finally realized they had kicked the hardest rock in the primordial world!

"You dare to bring out this piece of junk and embarrass yourselves? Today I'll teach you how to make proper fertilizer."

Lin Xuan snorted coldly, then suddenly flipped his raised right hand, palm down, and slapped it down with extreme brutality!

"BOOM—!!!"

A terrifying giant hand, formed from pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth and measuring ten thousand feet in size, took shape directly above the golden ship of salvation, and slammed down on the ship with a world-destroying pressure.

"Snap! Snap!"

The supreme acquired merit treasure, the Golden Ship of Salvation, which was said to be able to withstand the full force of a Great Luo Golden Immortal's attack, was as brittle as a biscuit in front of this giant hand.

The golden defensive shield shattered instantly. The thousand-foot-long hull broke in two, and countless decks and masts crumbled into a shower of wood chips and scrap metal.

"ah--!"

The three thousand Arhats didn't even have a chance to self-destruct. They were directly slammed by this terrifying force, coughing up blood and their bones shattered. Like dumplings being dropped into a pot, they all crashed into the churning sea of ​​blood below.

The malevolent aura of the sea of ​​blood instantly eroded their protective Buddhist light, scalding them so much that they thrashed and screamed wildly in the blood, looking like a group of loaches thrown into a pot of boiling water.

The Styx Ancestor, who had come out to watch the show, was so excited by this scene that he clapped wildly in mid-air.

"Well done! Well done! The Thirteen Ancestral Witches are mighty! Kill these bald monks!"

The Styx Ancestor, his face flushed with excitement, turned and roared at the Asura warriors hiding in the shadows below: "Don't you dare stand there! Scoop up all these bald monks who've fallen into the water! Pierce their collarbones with collarbone chains, pack them up, and send them to the underworld to work as coal miners for Ksitigarbha! Don't let a single one escape!"

"Yes, sir!"

Countless strangely shaped, fierce-looking Asura men rushed out of the sea of ​​blood. They held black iron chains and, like leashes on dogs, bound the Arhats who were struggling in the sea of ​​blood one by one, dragging them like dead dogs towards the underworld.

Lin Xuan clapped his hands in satisfaction as he looked at the miserable scene below.

He turned his head and looked at the Rakshasa woman in his arms, whose eyes were filled with adoration.

"How was it? Did you feel better?" Lin Xuan pinched her chin.

"My husband, you're amazing!" The Rakshasa woman excitedly hugged Lin Xuan's neck and kissed him hard on the cheek. The anger she felt just now had completely transformed into unyielding affection.

Lin Xuan laughed heartily. He completely ignored the Styx Ancestor who was still directing the capture of people from the side.

He swept the Rakshasa woman up in his arms, stomped his foot in mid-air, and transformed into a streak of light, forcefully kicking open the door of the top-grade blood jade crystal palace that the Styx Ancestor usually used for seclusion, and strode inside.

"Hey, hey, hey! That's my secluded cultivation room..." Old Ancestor Styx stretched out his hand, but before he could finish speaking, the door of the Crystal Palace slammed shut with a "bang".