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"You old bald monk, have you forgotten how you broke your arm last time?"

Lin Xuan stood in front of the White Tiger Goddess with extreme domineering force, looked up at Zhunti in the sky whose face was pale, and directly raised a middle finger full of international friendship spirit.

Immediately afterwards, he activated his magic power, transforming his voice into rolling thunder, directly activating the "live broadcast across the entire prehistoric world" mode, ensuring that all living beings within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles could hear it clearly.

"Everyone in the entire prehistoric world, come and judge this! The Western Sect's Sage Zhunti has no shame, personally bullying a little girl who has just awakened from her slumber!"

"People were sleeping soundly when you bald monks chanting and performing rituals woke them up. Isn't it normal to be a little grumpy when you're woken up? But you, unable to beat them, just call in a saint to bully the weak!"

"And another thing, has your Western Sect gone crazy with poverty lately? You're rounding up lone demons everywhere, claiming it's for salvation, but isn't it just to conscript men to fill the holes in that lousy Investiture of the Gods? You're even targeting the sleeping ancient divine beasts! Your greed is truly appalling!"

Lin Xuan's words were piercing to the heart, and they were all the truth.

The voice echoed throughout the entire Xiniu Hezhou. Countless demons and rogue cultivators who were being "converted" by the Western Sect raised their heads upon hearing this, their eyes filled with doubt and anger.

"What? We were captured to fill in the Investiture of the Gods list?"

"I knew those bald monks had ulterior motives! They talked about converting to Buddhism, but in the end, they just wanted us to be cannon fodder!"

In an instant, the entire Xiniuhe Continent was in turmoil, and the already unstable foundation of the Western Religion's faith showed signs of wavering.

Above the heavens, Zhunti heard Lin Xuan's words and was so angry that his three corpses jumped up and down, and smoke billowed from his seven orifices.

What he cares about most is "the face of a saint" and "the propagation of the Western religious tradition".

Lin Xuan's words were like grinding those two things into the ground, making him feel even worse than if he had been beaten up!

"Lin Xuan! You're courting death! How dare you slander me and shake the foundation of my sect! If I don't suppress you today, I swear I will not be a saint!"

Zhunti was completely enraged and went into a berserk state.

He held nothing back and directly unleashed his ultimate treasure for proving his Dao—the Seven Treasures Tree!

He frantically poured all his saintly power into it, and the Seven Treasures Tree, which was originally only three feet tall, grew rapidly in the wind, instantly transforming into a towering divine tree that blotted out the sky.

Above the divine tree, seven-colored divine light flowed, emanating a terrifying aura capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

"Die!"

Zhunti roared and swung the Seven Treasures Tree down fiercely at Lin Xuan below!

A beam of seven-colored destructive divine light, a hundred times thicker than before, crashed down like a celestial river pouring down, carrying the power to crush everything!

This strike, a blow born of the sage's deep resentment, was enough to reduce an entire world to chaos and nothingness.

The White Tiger Goddess below, witnessing this scene, turned pale with fright and instinctively tried to rise and dodge. The aftershocks of this attack were enough to obliterate her soul and spirit!

However, the man in front of her still had one hand in his pocket, not moving an inch, and even had a contemptuous sneer on his face.

"this one?"

Lin Xuan curled his lip.

Just as that earth-shattering, seven-colored divine light was about to strike his head.

The invisible and intangible [Great Dao Level Qi Control Talisman] on his body suddenly flashed with golden light!

A golden light shield, as thin as a cicada's wing yet containing the supreme laws of the Great Dao, instantly appeared on his body.

"boom--!"

The seven-colored divine light slammed solidly into the golden light shield.

However, the anticipated cataclysmic explosion did not occur.

The seven-colored divine light, powerful enough to sweep away all things, vanished the moment it touched the light shield. All the laws of destruction and the power of cause and effect were forcibly filtered, decomposed, and crushed by that thin layer of light shield!

In the end, all that landed on Lin Xuan's head was a gentle breeze that ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead.

"..."

The whole world seemed to have fallen silent.

Zhunti in the sky remained frozen in place, still waving the Seven Treasures Tree.

His eyes were wide open like saucers, his mouth was agape enough to fit an egg, and the expression on his face went from rage to shock to disbelief, before finally settling into a deathly blank.

"My...my Seven Treasures Tree...has failed?"

He muttered to himself, his worldview completely collapsing at that moment.

That was his most precious treasure for proving his Dao! Below the level of a sage, nothing is beyond his reach! How could he possibly not even harm a single hair on the opponent's head?!

What kind of bizarre defensive artifact is this?!

At that moment, Zhunti's heart sank.

He realized that if he continued fighting, he would only suffer losses!

Moreover, with such a commotion here, those unreasonable and crazy ancestral witches from the Pangu Palace might already be on their way!

The thought of being ganged up on and beaten by the Twelve Ancestral Witches made Zhunti shudder.

"Lin Xuan! You just wait! I will repay this humiliation a hundredfold in the future!"

Zhunti left behind a harsh but weak remark, feeling utterly humiliated.

He dared not linger any longer, and directly pulled out a blood-stained jade talisman from his pocket, crushing it violently.

A spatial rift opened behind him, and like a stray dog, he scrambled into it and disappeared without a trace.