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Lin Xuan had just put down his Huangzhong plum juice and hadn't even had time to savor the ultimate mission issued by the system when the void in front of him was suddenly torn open with a "sizzle" sound by an extremely sharp sword aura filled with boundless fury.

The handsome face of the Tongtian Cult Leader, which always carried a somewhat cynical smile, was now so gloomy it could drip water.

He carried the buzzing, murderous-smelling Qingping Sword, stepped out of the spatial rift, and without even saying hello, plopped down on the stone bench next to Lin Xuan, picked up the wine pot on the table, and took a big gulp.

"Glug! Glug!"

The spicy, savory liquor went down his throat, but it did not extinguish the anger in his chest at all. Instead, it made the murderous intent in his eyes boil even more fiercely.

"Lin Xuan! This is outrageous! They've gone too far!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader slammed the wine jug heavily on the table with a loud bang, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed, and roared in uncontrollable rage: "My two good brothers, in league with those two shameless bald monks from the West, actually intend to set up a killing formation at Jiepai Pass, to completely wipe my Jie Sect and myself from the primordial world!"

"They've thrown all pretense of decency away! They're going to completely break off all pretense of civility and fight to the death!"

He grew angrier as he spoke, and the Qingping Sword in his hand, sensing its master's fury, unleashed a dazzling sword light that shattered the clouds above the backyard of the Pangu Palace.

Lin Dasheng and Lin Yan, who were washing dishes in the distance, sensed this terrifying killing intent. They were so frightened that their hands trembled, and a small black iron bucket fell into the sink with a "clang," splashing oil everywhere.

"Stay calm, stay calm."

Lin Xuan looked at his furious "godfather-in-law" without any surprise. Instead, he lazily waved his hand and handed him a pot of even older monkey wine.

"What's the big deal? Why are you so angry? It's just four saints wanting to have a brawl, standard procedure, standard procedure."

His nonchalant tone, as if he were casually discussing what to have for dinner, left even the Tongtian Sect Leader speechless.

"Standard procedure?" The Tongtian Sect Leader's eyes widened, his voice rising eight octaves. "Those are four sages! Four! My eldest brother has the Taiji Diagram protecting him, impervious to all magic! That old codger Yuanshi has the Pangu Banner, unparalleled in killing! And those two in the West, though poor, still possess the Seven Treasures Tree and the Guiding Banner, which are extremely troublesome!"

"Although my Jie Sect has ten thousand immortals, my top combat strength ultimately rests solely on my shoulders. Even if I were to set up the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, which only four sages could break, they currently have four of them! It's clear they're aiming for my vitals!"

The more Tongtian Jiaozhu spoke, the more aggrieved he became. As one of the Three Pure Ones and a direct descendant of Pangu, how could he have ever suffered such humiliation? To be humiliated to death by his own brother in collusion with outsiders—anyone would be furious in this situation.

"I know," Lin Xuan nodded, arrogantly crossing his legs and sporting a smug grin. "But who told you that your Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation can't break their combined attack?"

The Grand Master of Heaven was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Lin Xuan smiled without saying a word, but slowly stretched out his hand and flipped it over with one hand.

"Buzz—!"

A strange spark, about the size of a fist, with a chaotic color throughout, as if containing the most primordial and violent flames from the beginning of the universe, floated quietly in his palm.

As soon as this spark appeared, the temperature in the entire backyard of the Pangu Palace seemed to be instantly drained away. Even the Nanming Li Fire on Zhu Rong's body seemed to have encountered its nemesis and instantly withered.

"This...this is..."

The Tongtian Sect Leader stared intently at the ball of fire. At this moment, his primordial spirit, as a saint, actually felt a throbbing and longing from the depths of his soul!

He could sense that the level of this flame had surpassed the comprehension of the Primordial Heavenly Dao!

"【The Chaos Spark】".

Lin Xuan casually tossed this treasure, which would drive any saint mad, into the arms of the Tongtian Sect Leader as if it were a rotten apple.

"Didn't you say before that there was room for improvement in the destructive power of your Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation?"

"Integrate this thing into the core of your sword formation. I guarantee that even if four sages, or even that old bastard Hongjun himself, were to come here, they'd be skinned alive inside your formation!"

Lin Xuan spoke so casually, yet his words were filled with an undeniable air of dominance.

The Tongtian Sect Leader held the warm ball of Chaos Fire in trembling hands, feeling the terrifying power contained within, enough to incinerate the Great Dao, and was completely dumbfounded.

He originally came to Lin Xuan to vent his frustrations and discuss countermeasures, hoping to borrow a few ancestral witches from the Pangu Palace to help him out.

But Lin Xuan did something quite different, throwing a "nuclear bomb" at him!

With this thing, his Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation will no longer be a simple weapon of slaughter, but will become a chaotic furnace that can burn karma and annihilate laws!

"Good...good brother!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. He patted Lin Xuan's shoulder hard, and all his grievances and anger transformed into boundless pride and fighting spirit at this moment!

"You wait! I'm going back to upgrade the formation right now!"

"This time, I'm going to burn those two old bastards' beards off!"

He could no longer sit still. Grabbing the Qingping Sword and holding the Chaos Flame, he turned around, tore open space, and rushed towards Jin'ao Island.

Watching his disappearing figure, Lin Xuan picked up the wine jug, slowly took a sip, and thought to himself, "Just burning their beards isn't enough. At least we should strip them of their underwear and hang them at the entrance of Biyou Palace as flags!"

He stood up, waved his hand at his wife and children who were watching the commotion in the backyard, and shouted loudly:

"Don't just stand there! Pack your things and get ready to go!"

"Let's take our spaceship to Jiepai Pass and snag a VIP front-row seat!"

"Let's go see a play!"