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Heavenly Court, South Heavenly Gate.

Haotian was holding the black God-Slaying Whip, surveying his "labor camp" with a twisted smile.

Seeing those once arrogant disciples of the sage now covered in dirt and grime, shoving stinking ditches, he felt a morbid pleasure welling up inside him.

"Hurry up, all of you! Anyone who dawdles will be eating dinner!" Haotian brandished his whip, like the most stern overseer.

However, his smug expression didn't last more than three breaths.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the already crumbling South Heavenly Gate behind him was rammed through from the outside with an extremely brutal method!

"Which blind fool..." Haotian was about to curse, but when he saw the three little ones crawling in through the hole, the rest of his words got stuck in his throat, and the color drained from his face instantly.

Lin Dasheng! Lin Huang! Lin Hao!

What brings these three little devils here?!

"Hey, Grandpa, you're pretty impressive!" Lin Dasheng said, carrying his golden cudgel, tilting his head with a "kind" smile.

"I heard you've struck it rich lately, got your hands on a decent firewood stick? Show it to your grandchildren, shall we?" Lin Huang was even more direct, his eyes, gleaming with five-colored divine light, fixed intently on the God-Slaying Whip in Haotian's hand.

Haotian was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder trembled, and he almost dropped the God-Slaying Whip.

He wanted to run, but his legs felt like they were made of lead and wouldn't obey him at all.

He knew all too well the destructive power of those three little devils!

Last time I came, my Lingxiao Palace had been demolished and reduced to a bare shell. This time, I'm afraid even the foundation won't be preserved!

"Three...three little ancestors...no, three grandsons...why did you come? You didn't even tell your grandfather beforehand so he could prepare some peaches to entertain you..." Haotian forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace, while trying to hide the God-Slaying Whip in his sleeve.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Lin Hao wasn't as patient as his two older brothers. He gave a low, fierce shout, his eyes, which resembled Lin Xuan's, filled with undisguised contempt.

"My father said that one shouldn't be too arrogant, especially someone as poor and incompetent as you. That broken whip in your hand is unworthy of your status, so today we'll act on behalf of Heaven and keep it safe for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Huang moved.

He didn't give Haotian any chance to react at all, and the five solidified divine lights behind him suddenly swept across!

"Buzz—!"

Haotian felt a sudden lightness in his hand, and the God-Slaying Whip that he cherished and used to bully others vanished into thin air!

The next second, the God-Slaying Whip appeared in Lin Huang's hand.

Lin Huang held it in his hand, weighed it in his hand, and then curled his lip, looking disgusted.

"It's all dark and grimy, not even as nice as my eighteenth brother's stick. Even when I took it back to my fifth uncle Zhu Rong to use as a fire poker, he complained that it took up too much space."

"puff--!"

Upon hearing this, Haotian felt a surge of blood rush to his head, almost causing him to spit out blood on the spot.

That's the God-Slaying Whip!

A supreme artifact specifically designed to control the gods in the Investiture of the Gods!

In this brat's mouth, it actually became a fire poker that he complained was taking up too much space.

This insult is even more painful than being killed outright!

"And you too!" Lin Hao stepped forward, ignoring Hao Tian's expression of utter grief, and kicked Hao Tian's chipped desk.

"Snap!"

The poor wooden table shattered with a crash, turning into a floor covered in wood chips.

"Grand...grandson, please spare me!"

Haotian was so frightened by this that he lost his mind and no longer cared about the dignity of the Heavenly Emperor. With great skill, in front of all the heavenly soldiers and labor prisoners, he completed a standard "sliding kneeling and crouching defensive posture".

"Grandpa was wrong! Grandpa will never dare to do it again! Please, please stop demolishing it, the Heavenly Court really can't withstand another demolition!" Haotian's voice was choked with sobs, just like a pitiful little merchant being extorted for protection money by thugs.

The heavenly soldiers and generals around them all lowered their heads, pretending not to see anything.

However, just as Haotian crouched down with his head in his hands in defense, and the three mischievous kids were swaggering around, preparing to plunder something else.

Not far away, in that stinking sewer area of ​​the Heavenly Court, a long-suppressed aura filled with resentment and madness suddenly erupted!

The group of Western religious "labor reform prisoners," including Maitreya, who had been suppressed, suddenly had their previously dull eyes light up with a bloodthirsty red light the moment they sensed the disappearance of the God-Slaying Whip!

The greatest shackles binding their souls have vanished!

"The opportunity has come!" Maitreya struggled to climb out of the latrine, a hideous smile spreading across his filthy face.

"Junior brothers! The time for revenge has come!"