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The moment the cold, heavy [Nine Netherworld Soul Gathering Banner], containing endless resentment and the laws of slaughter, was tightly grasped in the hand of the Styx Ancestor, the atmosphere of the entire Netherworld Blood Sea instantly became eerie.

At that very moment, the Blood Sea Origin controlled by the Styx Ancestor stirred slightly.

At the bottom of the sea of ​​blood, three small auras, enveloped by the laws of space, had silently approached the edge of the battlefield.

The Styx Ancestor felt immediately at ease.

The little ancestor arranged by the Lord has arrived.

Then why is he even pretending?

The Old Man of the South Pole looked at the Styx River as if it had found a treasure and couldn't put it down, and sneered inwardly.

idiot!

Do you really think that an unclaimed, top-grade innate spiritual treasure is so easy to take? Your master has already left a hidden trap at the core of this treasure banner that no one can detect. If you dare to have even the slightest disloyalty, he can instantly annihilate your soul!

He cleared his throat, preparing to adopt a victorious stance and outline the next course of action.

However, before he could finish speaking, he saw the Styx Ancestor on the other side suddenly raise his head.

That sinister face, which had been filled with greed and ecstasy, was now replaced by an extremely servile and obsequious smile.

That smile sent a chill down the spine of the Antarctic Immortal, and an extremely ominous premonition suddenly surged up from the depths of his primordial spirit.

The Styx Ancestor raised the [Nine Nether Soul Gathering Banner] high, as if holding a trophy of war, and shouted at the top of his lungs, in an almost broken, extremely excited voice, towards the empty sea of ​​blood:

"My little darlings! My little ladies! The goods have arrived! You can come out and collect the payment now—!"

"What?!"

The old man of the South Pole had a sudden "buzz" and went completely blank.

Little ancestor?

Collecting debts?

What is all this about?

Before he could even figure it out, the churning sea of ​​blood beneath his feet suddenly exploded without warning!

"Boom—!"

Two extremely terrifying auras, one from the left and one from the right, surged into the sky from the depths of the sea of ​​blood!

On the left is a feisty little girl whose body is engulfed in black and red flames, who holds an enormous banana leaf fan, has her hair tied in a topknot, and whose face is full of "I'm very unhappy!"

It was none other than Lin Sa, the granddaughter of the Styx Ancestor and the road-breaking expert of the Pangu Palace's "Demolition Office"!

On the right is a small golden monkey carrying a dark iron rod, wearing golden chainmail, and with its fiery eyes flashing with extreme excitement and fighting spirit!

It was none other than Lin Dasheng, the chief henchman of the Pangu Temple "Demolition Office"!

When the Old Man of the South Pole saw these two familiar yet terrifying faces, his heart, which had just been filled with a sense of superiority, was instantly overwhelmed by endless fear!

It's them!

It's those little devils again!

His first reaction was not to fight, not to question, but to run away!

Without any hesitation, the Antarctic Immortal turned around and tried to tear through space to escape this nightmare place that he would never forget!

However, he was fast, but Lin Dasheng was even faster!

"Heh heh! You old bald monk, we meet again! Still trying to run away?"

Lin Dasheng let out a strange laugh, and the Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand grew larger in the wind, transforming into a giant pillar supporting the sky. With a terrifying force that could tear through the void, it gave the Antarctic Immortal no chance to react and smashed down hard on his bald head!

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang.

The Antarctic Immortal felt as if he had been struck head-on by an ancient divine mountain. Stars flashed before his eyes, his primordial spirit trembled violently, and he spun around in mid-air like a top several times before barely managing to steady himself.

His once perfectly smooth and round bald head was now visibly bulging with one large, purplish-red lump after another, making him look extremely comical.

"You...you all...Styx! How dare you scheme against me!"

The Antarctic Immortal, clutching his throbbing head, pointed at the Styx Ancestor in the distance with a mixture of shock and anger, his voice trembling.

The Styx Ancestor shrugged, looking completely innocent.

"Immortal, this is not my fault. It is only right to pay back debts. How long has your Chan Sect been dragging on the debt owed to our Pangu Palace? I was just following orders to help my master collect some interest."

"you!"

The Old Man of the South Pole was so angry he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

In that instant of distraction, Lin Sa on the other side also made her move.

She looked at the brand-new Taoist robe of the Antarctic Immortal, embroidered with intricate cloud patterns, and curled her lips in utter disdain.

"They're dressed so smartly, it makes me angry!"

The little girl had a fiery temper and would strike without warning, suddenly waving her Yin-Yang Banana Leaf Fan forward!

"call--!"

A black and red hurricane, mixed with Asura's murderous aura and Netherworld winds, appeared out of thin air in an instant, like the sharpest blade, and swept towards the Antarctic Immortal.

The Antarctic Immortal was greatly alarmed and hurriedly activated the last of his magical power to condense a protective golden light.

However, his hastily assembled defense was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper in the face of this terrifying gale.

"Sizzle—!"

There was a sharp, tearing sound as the cloth was ripped.

His priceless, top-quality Daoist robe, which was powerful enough to withstand the attacks of a Taiyi Golden Immortal, was torn into countless tattered strips by the gale!

In the blink of an eye, the Antarctic Immortal was left with only a pair of white underwear to cover his shame, which looked particularly conspicuous in the cold wind of the Blood Sea.

"ah--!"

The Antarctic Immortal let out a pig-like scream. He no longer cared about the dignity of being a disciple of a saint. He covered his vital parts with both hands and desperately urged his magic power, transforming into a stream of light and fleeing madly out of the sea of ​​blood.

terrible!

This Pangu Temple is a den of demons! These brats are a bunch of unreasonable devils!

He had only one thought in mind: run! Run as far away as possible! Never again would he have anything to do with those monsters!

He burned his very essence, reaching extreme speed, and was about to burst out of the sea of ​​blood.

However, just when he thought he was about to escape, a colorful yet chilling divine light flashed and disappeared without warning in the path he was destined to take.