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Within the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, a chilling killing intent filled the air.

Taiqing Laozi, with a Taiji diagram above his head and a golden bridge under his feet, charged in from the east.

Yuanshi Tianzun, holding the Pangu Banner and riding a nine-dragon sandalwood chariot, came from the west.

The Guide, wearing a twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit, brought out the Guide Banner and pressed in from the south.

Even the Daoist Zhunti, who had lost an arm and suffered injuries to his body, endured the excruciating pain and activated the Seven Treasures Tree to block all retreat routes from the north.

The four Heavenly Saints surrounded Duobao Daoist and thousands of other core disciples of the Jie Sect in the center of the sword formation, their eyes looking at them as if they were looking at a group of ants that had already been sentenced to death.

"Duobao! You are disciples of the Xuanmen sect, yet you disrespect the will of Heaven and aid the wicked. Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven to cleanse your sect!" Yuanshi Tianzun stood on the Nine Dragons Incense Chariot, looking down at them with a voice so cold it was devoid of any emotion, as if he were not slaughtering his fellow disciples but crushing a few annoying insects.

"Amitabha." The guide's bitter face revealed a rare hint of gleeful ferocity. "You are destined to be with my Western Paradise. Today your souls return to the Investiture of the Gods. In your next life, you can enter my Western Paradise. This is a good result."

The overwhelming pressure of the saint, like a tangible tsunami, relentlessly assaulted the Dao hearts of the immortals of the Jie Sect.

If this had happened before, someone facing such a desperate situation would probably have already broken their resolve and begged for mercy on their knees.

However, at this moment, Daoist Duobao showed no fear on his face.

He looked at the four saints who surrounded them, at their arrogant faces, and on their chubby faces, a strange smile appeared, a mixture of mockery and fanaticism.

Far from being afraid, he straightened his back and burst into loud laughter.

"Hahaha! Master Yuanshi, Uncle Jieyin, well said! Truly well said!"

Duobao's laughter echoed in the still sword formation, sounding particularly jarring.

"We disciples of the Jie Sect are fortunate enough to have four Sages join forces to besiege us today, and even more fortunate to witness the scene where the Dao Ancestor personally intervenes to support us. We have no regrets even if we die today! No regrets even if we die today!"

His words were forceful and full of sarcasm, causing the faces of Yuanshi Tianzun and Jieyin Daoren to stiffen.

"Hmph! You're about to die, and you still dare to be stubborn!" A murderous glint flashed in the eyes of the Primordial Celestial Venerable. He no longer wanted to waste words with these "ants" and swung the Pangu Banner in his hand fiercely!

A chaotic sword aura powerful enough to split the heavens and the earth tore through the void, about to turn Daoist Duobao and his hundreds of disciples behind him into dust!

But at this critical moment, the smile on Duobao Daoren's face became even brighter and more maniacal!

He suddenly raised a top-grade innate spiritual treasure in his hand, used all his magical power, and let out a deafening roar!

"All immortals of the Intercepting Sect, heed my command!"

"For the glory of our Master!"

"For the glory of the Thirteen Ancestral Witches!"

"Let's give these shameless old bastards the biggest and most beautiful fireworks show ever!"

"boom--!!!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he detonated the magical treasure in his hand!

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Gongming and thousands of core disciples of the Jie Sect behind him all wore the same fanatical smile as Duobao!

Not one of them chose to resist, and not one of them chose to run away!

Without prior arrangement, they raised their most precious companion spirit treasures and natal magic weapons high, and then, without hesitation, chose to self-destruct!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Rumble—!!!"

In that instant, the entire Zhuxian Sword Formation transformed into a most dazzling and terrifying ocean of destruction, composed of exploding magical artifacts!

Imagine the terrifying sight of thousands of innate spiritual treasures, including many top-grade ones, detonating at the same time.

A violent energy storm instantly swept through the entire sword formation!

The four sages' expressions changed drastically. They never dreamed that these madmen from the Jie Sect would respond to them in such an extreme way, injuring the enemy eight hundred while losing ten thousand of their own!

"Madmen! They're all madmen!"

Zhunti Daoist let out a terrified scream and quickly shielded the Seven Treasures Tree in front of him!

Yuanshi Tianzun no longer cared about killing people; he simply unfurled the Pangu Banner to protect himself!

Laozi and Jieyin activated their defensive treasures with all their might to resist the terrifying energy storm that was rushing towards them, which was enough to blast even a peak Quasi-Saint into ashes!

However, something even more bizarre and incomprehensible happened.

At the moment the magical artifact self-destructed, the physical bodies of those Jie Sect disciples were also torn to pieces by the violent energy. However, their true spirits, upon leaving their bodies, were not drawn to the Investiture of the Gods beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens as expected.

Instead, a black bracelet on each person's wrist suddenly lit up!

"Buzz—"

One after another, pitch-black vortexes filled with the aura of the cycle of reincarnation appeared out of thin air and swallowed the thousands of true spirits in one gulp with extreme precision!

Then, the vortex vanished instantly, without a trace!

The whole process was so fast that even a sage wouldn't have time to react!

As the aftershocks of the explosion gradually dissipated, the Zhuxian Sword Formation was already completely empty.

There was no enemy, no true spirit, only a ravaged land and a chaotic flow of energy.

The four sages' all-out, deadly attack... missed completely!

They looked at each other, standing in the deathly silent, empty formation, their faces filled with utter astonishment and bewilderment.

What about people?

Where is the true spirit?

What exactly is going on?

On the starry sky spaceship, the system notification sound in Lin Xuan's mind rang leisurely.

[Ding! The true spirit of the disciple of the Jie Sect has been safely retrieved to the Underworld's resurrection pool via the VIP channel!]

[True Spirit Reconstruction Time: 0.3 seconds.]

[Physical reconstruction time: 2.7 seconds.]

[Total resurrection time: 3 seconds.]

The list of consumables for this revival has been generated and will be automatically reimbursed from the Dalian Commercial Group's national treasury.