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The laughter came so suddenly and so unrestrainedly, as if it didn't take the high and mighty saint seriously at all.

Zhunti's bitter face, which was preparing to savor the prey's despairing expression, froze instantly.

He turned his head sharply, staring intently in the direction from which the sound came, his murky eyes flashing with astonishing resentment and disbelief.

"That voice...that damned voice, I'd recognize it even if it turned to ashes!"

Zhunti's heart skipped a beat, and an extremely ominous premonition surged into his mind.

The White Tiger Goddess was also stunned. She gave up the idea of ​​detonating her divine soul, and with difficulty raised her head to look at the rolling clouds.

Behind the clouds, a young figure wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and floral shorts, with one hand in his pocket, strolled leisurely out of the void as if he were wandering in his own backyard.

The person who arrived was none other than Lin Xuan!

"Lin Xuan! It's you again, you jinx!"

The moment Zhunti saw who it was, he was so angry he almost fell off his twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit. His right arm, which had just sprouted a little fleshy bud, seemed to start to ache again, a deep-seated psychological trauma left when it was severed by the phantom of Pangu's axe!

"What? You old bald monk, do you own Xiniu Hezhou? I was just passing by to see what was going on, is that getting in the way of you catching your pet?"

Lin Xuan grinned widely, his tone extremely flippant, and hovered steadily in mid-air, facing off against Zhunti from afar.

Zhunti trembled with rage, pointing at Lin Xuan's nose and cursing, "Lin Xuan! Stop pretending! This fiend slaughtered thousands of my disciples, his crimes are heinous! Today, I am acting on behalf of Heaven to suppress him, which is in accordance with the will of Heaven! If you dare to interfere, you are going against the will of Heaven!"

He immediately pinned a huge label on Lin Xuan.

"The Way of Heaven?" Lin Xuan burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. "Save that nonsense you use to fool your big-mouthed beast at home! I only believe in my own fists!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Xuan made a move.

He didn't use any special weapons at all, and he didn't even take his left hand out of his pocket.

He simply tucked his right fist to his waist, and then unleashed a punch at the golden light screen below that enveloped the White Tiger Goddess and was formed from the power of a saint!

This punch had no fluctuations of laws, no explosion of spiritual energy, only the purest and most savage physical power!

"Buzz—!"

Wherever the fist passed, the space groaned under the strain, as if it were about to be crushed by the force!

"Overestimating yourself! A mere quasi-saint dares to use your physical body to withstand my sacred form? You're simply courting death!"

Upon seeing this, Zhunti revealed a cruel sneer.

In his view, Lin Xuan was courting death.

However, the next second, something happened that made his eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

Lin Xuan's seemingly ordinary fist slammed solidly into the indestructible golden light barrier.

There was no earth-shattering noise.

There was only one extremely crisp "crack" sound, like glass shattering!

That oppressive aura of a saint, powerful enough to crush even a peak quasi-saint into a pulp, was as fragile as a thin layer of ice under Lin Xuan's fist.

Centered on the fist, countless cracks instantly spread out.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the entire golden light screen shattered!

It transformed into countless golden specks of light, dissipating into the air.

"puff!"

The Dharma form was forcibly shattered by brute force. Zhunti felt as if his primordial spirit had been struck hard by an invisible giant hammer. He immediately spat out a mouthful of dark golden holy blood, and his face turned deathly pale.

"This...this is impossible!" Zhunti roared inwardly, "How could his physical body...be so strong! This has already surpassed the realm of Quasi-Saints!"

Just as Zhunti was utterly shocked, Lin Xuan's figure descended from the sky like a meteorite.

"boom!"

He landed firmly on his feet in front of the White Tiger Goddess, and the earth trembled violently.

The oppressive aura of a saint that had been suffocating the White Tiger Goddess was completely washed away the moment Lin Xuan landed by the domineering and unparalleled Pangu blood aura emanating from him.

The White Tiger Goddess felt a sudden lightness in her body, as all the pressure vanished.

She looked up, staring blankly at the broad back of the figure before her, a figure that seemed to hold up the entire sky.

An extremely rich, scalding, pure masculine aura, mixed with the supreme pressure of Pangu's bloodline, rushed towards us.

This aura, far from offending her, instead stirred a rare, almost sun-like, throbbing and longing within her cold, murderous Geng metal essence.

Her heart, frozen for countless eons and only knowing how to kill, unexpectedly skipped a beat at this moment.

Who exactly is this man?