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Outside the South Heavenly Gate, a huge rift was violently torn open in the void.

Chi You, holding his giant axe upside down, was the first to stride out of the crack.

He was shirtless, his muscles bulging, radiating a terrifying aura of the witch clan.

Closely following behind him were ten thousand special cultivators from the Great Shang Dynasty.

These ten thousand human men were dressed in uniform black heavy armor made of black iron.

Each person gripped a gleaming, standard-issue combat knife tightly in their hand.

They made no extraneous sounds, only the rhythmic thud of their footsteps.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The heavy military boots pounded on the white jade tiles of Nantianmen, producing a dull thud that sent shivers down one's spine.

That indomitable military spirit, forged by ten thousand men, soared straight to the heavens.

Even the remaining light of the array on the South Heavenly Gate was dimmed by this malevolent aura.

The Four Heavenly Kings crouched in the corner, trembling with fear.

Mo Liqing swallowed hard, his eyes wide as saucers.

"Where...where did this army come from?"

"This malevolent aura is terrifying; it's even more frightening than ancient ferocious beasts."

Maitreya stood on the stone pier, his sinister smile instantly freezing.

He looked at the human army that had suddenly appeared, and his heart pounded with anxiety.

But he is, after all, the future Buddha of the Western religion, and still retains the foundation of a Great Golden Immortal.

Although he now possesses the body of a deity and his cultivation has greatly declined, he cannot show weakness in front of mortals.

Maitreya mustered his courage and pointed at Chi You, cursing him loudly.

"Who are you people, daring to meddle in the affairs of our Western religion?"

"If you know what's good for you, get out of here right now, or I'll send you all to the eighteenth level of hell."

Chi You didn't even glance at him, and directly raised the giant axe in his hand.

"Da Shang Special Forces, listen to my command!"

"Form ranks."

With a roar from Chi You, ten thousand special forces soldiers instantly sprang into action.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, without the slightest hesitation.

Following the "Chaotic Battle Formation Diagram" bestowed by Lin Xuan, they quickly changed positions.

A surge of powerful energy erupted from their bodies.

These vital energies intertwined and merged wildly in mid-air.

In just three breaths, a blood-red Asura Dharma image, ten thousand feet tall, suddenly took shape above the South Heavenly Gate.

This statue has three heads and six arms, a ferocious face, and holds a giant battle sword.

The oppressive aura emanating from it directly broke through the barriers of Celestial Immortals, True Immortals, and Golden Immortals.

It soared all the way up, forcefully reaching the peak limit of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

This is what makes the Chaos Battle Formation so terrifying.

As long as the formation remains intact, even ten thousand mortals can unleash the combat power of a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Maitreya looked up at the overwhelming Asura image, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

His legs went weak and he almost fell off the stone pillar.

"This...this is impossible."

"How could a bunch of mortal ants who haven't even stepped into the path of immortality possibly condense a Dharma form of this level?"

More than a hundred Western-style inmates were so frightened that they dropped the dung scoops they were holding.

They were already weak and vulnerable due to the constant exploitation by Haotian.

Now, facing this murderous Asura dharma form, he couldn't even muster the thought of resistance.

Chi You grinned, revealing an extremely cruel smile.

"My men, the Thirteen Ancestral Witches said that we must not retreat until blood is shed."

"Chop down these bald monks!"

Ten thousand special forces soldiers roared in unison, their swords slashing forward simultaneously.

The ten-thousand-foot-tall Asura Dharma Image in mid-air also simultaneously raised the blood-red giant sword in its hand.

With a devastating force, it slashed down towards the heads of Maitreya and the others.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar erupted at the South Heavenly Gate.

The violent shockwave overturned all the surrounding building debris.

Maitreya was terrified and desperately channeled the remaining magical power within him, condensing a golden shield above his head.

The other monks followed suit, trying to block the fatal blow.

However, their resistance was laughable in the face of the Asura Dharma Form's domineering giant sword.

"Click."

The golden shield couldn't even last half a breath before shattering into pieces like glass.

The crimson giant blade continued its momentum, slamming heavily into Maitreya and the others.

"ah."

A series of piercing screams rang out.

Maitreya and the more than one hundred monks behind him were sent flying backward by the blow.

They flew through the air in parabolic arcs, like dumplings being dropped into boiling water.

With remarkable precision, they landed once again in the public latrine area they had just escaped from.

"Splash, splash."

Foul-smelling mud and filth were splashing everywhere.

Maitreya was smashed into the deepest latrine, leaving only his feet flailing outside.

The other monks weren't much better off; they were all broken bones and covered in a foul stench.

Their pride in their dignity as disciples of saints was utterly trampled into the cesspool at that moment.

Inside the Lingxiao Palace, Haotian watched this scene through the crack in the door, his jaw nearly dropping to the ground.

He rubbed his eyes hard, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"This...this is the army of the Great Shang Dynasty."

"How exactly did Lin Xuan train to become such a monster?"

Haotian felt a wave of fear wash over him.

Luckily, I didn't go out and fight back, otherwise I'd probably be the one lying in the cesspool right now.

He suddenly felt that being the Heavenly Emperor was truly stifling.

Even a mortal army from the lower realms can act with impunity in the Heavenly Court.

The Four Heavenly Kings were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Your Majesty, spare us! We were just gatekeepers, we didn't do anything!"

Mo Liqing looked miserable, fearing that Chi You would chop them up with one axe.

Chi You, carrying his giant axe, strode to the edge of the cesspool.

He looked at the Western monks struggling in pain inside and spat on the ground with disdain.

"With such meager abilities, you dare to cause trouble in Heaven?"

"Truly pathetic."

He turned to look at the special forces soldiers behind him and shouted loudly.

"Listen up, all of you."

"Raise all these bald monks and chain them up."

"Anyone who dares to resist will have their legs broken."

The special forces soldiers charged forward like wolves and tigers.

They ignored the stench and jumped into the latrine, dragging the monks out like dead dogs.

Maitreya had just pulled his head out of the filth and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath.

He was pinned to the ground by two fierce special forces soldiers, who tightly locked his collarbone with thick black iron chains.

"Let me go, I am the future Buddha of the Western religion."

Maitreya struggled desperately, but was kicked in the face by a special forces soldier.

"Stop talking nonsense and be honest."

The special forces soldier said coldly, holding his sword directly to the soldier's neck.

Maitreya felt the chill of the blade and was so frightened that he immediately shut his mouth, not daring to utter a single word.

In just half an hour, more than a hundred Western monks were all locked up like rice dumplings.

They were all covered in dust and dirt, reeking of filth, and their eyes were filled with despair.

Chi You nodded in satisfaction.

"Well done."

"Take them all to the South Heavenly Gate Square and await the judgment of the Thirteen Ancestral Witches."

High in the sky, inside a hot air balloon.

Lin Xuan clapped his hands in satisfaction as he watched the clean and efficient suppression of the rebellion below.

"Not bad, these kids' combat skills are getting stronger and stronger."

"Chi You was quite skilled at leading troops."

Deng Chanyu leaned against Lin Xuan's chest, her face also filled with shock.

"My lord, the army of our Great Shang Dynasty is truly too strong."

"With such an army, who would dare to bully our human race?"

Lin Xuan picked up his wine cup and took a small sip of the immortal wine.

"This is just the beginning."

"When the human race fully rises in the future, even saints will have to be mindful of our attitude."

He put down his wine cup, preparing to instruct Chi You on his next move.

Suddenly, Deng Chanyu in her arms let out a painful groan.

Her face turned pale instantly, and she gripped Lin Xuan's arm tightly with both hands.

"Husband...I...my stomach hurts so much."

Deng Chanyu bit her lip, and her forehead was instantly covered with fine beads of sweat.

Lin Xuan's expression changed, and he immediately put down his wine cup.

His large, broad hand landed directly on Deng Chanyu's high, protruding belly.

An extremely violent, armor-piercing aura was raging wildly inside her stomach.

This power was too domineering; even Deng Chanyu's early-stage Golden Immortal body couldn't withstand it.

"She's about to give birth."

Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed, and he immediately realized what was going on.

This little guy actually chose this time to come out and join in the fun.