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The White Tiger Goddess looked at the group of Western Arhats trembling at her feet, unable to even beg for mercy. There was no pity in her eyes, only extreme impatience and irritation at having her peaceful dream disturbed.

"A bunch of noisy bald monks, die!"

She uttered the last word coldly, and the two blades in her hands, shrouded in terrifying Geng metal energy, slashed through the sky, about to fall.

But just then, as if sensing something, she suddenly looked up at the western horizon.

The once clear sky was now enveloped by an intense, golden light that seemed to emanate from the heavens.

A vast, majestic, yet hypocritical and calculating aura of a sage descended from the heavens like a million Mount Sumerus pressing down, instantly enveloping the entire canyon.

"Snap! Snap!"

The sheer cliffs on both sides of the canyon couldn't even withstand a single breath under this terrifying pressure. They were covered with huge, spiderweb-like cracks before collapsing with a deafening roar, kicking up clouds of dust.

"You wicked beast! How dare you wreak havoc in Xiniu Hezhou, slaughtering my disciples! Do you know your crime?!"

A compassionate voice, seemingly imbued with supreme Buddhist principles, rolled in from the sky, each syllable like a heavy hammer blow, striking the White Tiger Goddess's primordial spirit.

The White Tiger Goddess let out a muffled groan, feeling a sweet taste in her throat as a trickle of golden divine blood flowed down her chin. Even her physique, at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, seemed somewhat inadequate before the oppressive aura of a true Saint.

She raised her head, her silvery-white eyes burning with fury as she stared intently at the spot where the Buddha's light was strongest.

In the void, the bitter face of the Taoist Zhunti appeared, sitting cross-legged on the twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit, with boundless Buddhist light behind him. He looked solemn, sacred and inviolable.

But his eyes were filled with greed and calculation.

"What a magnificent and ferocious beast, formed from the innate Geng metal energy! With such profound roots, if we could convert it and make it a guardian beast of our Western Sect, wouldn't it be a hundred times stronger than the Twelve Golden Immortals?"

Zhunti Daoist was frantically calculating in his mind. He could now see that although the White Tiger Goddess was full of killing intent, her mind seemed somewhat confused, as if she had just awakened from a deep sleep. This was the perfect opportunity to strike!

"You wicked creature, considering your arduous cultivation, I will grant you a chance." Zhunti's voice was filled with condescending "compassion." "Lay down your butcher's knife and convert to Buddhism. I can personally ordain you and bestow upon you the title of 'White Tiger Bodhisattva Who Subdues Demons and Monsters' in the Western Paradise, enjoying eternal incense offerings. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Pooh!"

The White Tiger Goddess spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground, her stunningly beautiful and aloof face filled with disdain and rage.

"You old bald monk, who do you think you are, to presume to convert me?!"

"If you want war, then let's fight! Stop spouting your damn nonsense! Today, even if I were to self-destruct, I'd still tear a few holes in your tattered robe!"

She was extremely fierce-willed and would rather die than submit!

As soon as she finished speaking, the White Tiger Goddess let out a deafening tiger roar.

"roar--!"

Her platinum armor instantly shone brightly, and the White Tiger essence within her body burned wildly like a volcano that had been ignited.

A murderous aura of Geng metal, ten times more terrifying than before, surged into the sky, transforming into a giant white-gold sword ten thousand feet long, seemingly capable of splitting heaven and earth, its tip pointing directly at the Zhunti Dharma image in the sky!

This was the most powerful attack she unleashed by burning nearly half of her own essence!

"Stubborn to the end!"

Upon seeing this, the feigned compassion on Zhunti's face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold indifference.

"Since you refuse to listen to reason and choose to suffer the consequences, then I have no choice but to break your arms and legs and put you in shackles!"

He stretched out his withered right hand, which had just sprouted a little fleshy bud, and waved it gently downwards.

The Seven Treasures Tree that was floating beside him suddenly burst forth with seven-colored divine light.

A beam of destructive light, woven from seven Great Dao Laws, swept lightly down upon the ten-thousand-foot-long Gengjin giant sword.

Below even a sage, all are but ants.

This statement is perfectly embodied at this moment.

The massive Gengjin sword, powerful enough to make any quasi-saint's scalp tingle, vanished without a trace the moment it came into contact with the seven-colored divine light, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun. It couldn't offer the slightest resistance and with a "sizzle," it melted away without a trace.

"puff--!"

With her innate divine power broken, the terrifying backlash instantly surged back into the White Tiger Goddess's body.

She was struck dumb, spitting out a large amount of golden divine blood, causing her platinum armor to dim slightly. The oppressive aura of a saint, which had suppressed heaven and earth, pressed down on her without any resistance.

"Bang!"

She could no longer hold on and knelt heavily on one knee, smashing a huge crater into the hard rock.

Stone fragments flew everywhere. She desperately stuck her double blades into the ground, struggling to keep herself from collapsing completely. Her silver hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders. She looked utterly wretched.

But her eyes remained fixed on Zhunti in the sky, filled with unyielding hatred and overwhelming killing intent.

"Hehehe... Pretty stubborn."

Zhunti let out a sinister laugh. What he enjoyed most was seeing these proud creatures struggling helplessly at his feet.

He slowly pulled out a chain made of golden Sanskrit runes from his robes—his vicious magic weapon specifically used to enslave the strong—the [Buddha's Shackles]!

"Once you put this on, you'll know what true bliss is."

Zhunti smiled and was about to throw off the shackles.

A chilling despair flashed in the eyes of the White Tiger Goddess.

She had already felt the shadow of death and enslavement. She would rather die than become the puppet of this hypocritical bald monk!

Just as she was about to completely detonate her divine soul and perish together with this world,

"Hahahaha! You old bald monk, it hasn't been that long, how come you're still so shameless? Always targeting women, you've really made a name for yourself as a saint!"

A loud, arrogant laugh, brimming with mockery, suddenly erupted from the heavens, shattering the suffocating silence.