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Inside the dilapidated Lingxiao Palace in the Heavenly Court.

Haotian was hiding in an extremely lewd manner behind the dragon throne, which only had half an armrest remaining.

He held the Haotian Mirror tightly in both hands, his eyes fixed greedily on the image reflected in the mirror.

When they saw Tianpeng being brutally turned into a naked popsicle by Lin Yan and Lin Shuang.

Haotian was so happy that he slapped his thigh wildly, almost bursting into laughter like a pig.

"Well done! Those little devils from the Pangu Palace really know how to play dirty!"

Haotian felt a secret, extremely pleased feeling in his heart.

Tianpeng, that honest and simple-minded fool, is indeed an extremely perfect tool.

Not only did they achieve their KPI of going to Taiyin Star, but they also got dealt with so badly.

However, Haotian's smile vanished very quickly.

He knew that now was the crucial moment to shift the blame.

We must not give Tianpeng a chance to speak.

If this damned pig were to reveal the truth about the forced drinking, Lin Xuan would definitely be extremely enraged and storm the Heavenly Court.

At that time, not to mention these four load-bearing pillars, even Haotian's skin will be peeled off and made into a war drum.

Haotian quickly straightened the patched-up Nine Dragons Imperial Robe he was wearing.

He took a deep breath and adopted the air of the Heavenly Emperor with utmost majesty.

Without hesitation, he activated the last remaining power of the Heavenly Court and initiated the highest-level broadcast of the Heavenly Court.

"Tianpeng!"

Haotian's extremely majestic and righteous voice instantly resounded in the ears of all beings in the Three Realms.

The voice conveyed an extremely strong sense of grief and rage.

"As the Marshal of the Tianhe Navy, instead of guarding the Tianhe River, you dare to be drunk and behave indecently!"

"To dare to trespass upon the sacred ground of Taiyin in broad daylight is an unforgivable crime!"

Haotian spoke extremely fast, giving no one time to react.

"Today, I, acting on behalf of Heaven, hereby strip you of your post as Marshal Tianpeng and remove your immortal bones!"

"He will be cast into the animal realm, never to be reborn, as a warning to others!"

On the Taiyin star.

Tianpeng, who was frozen in place by the oppressive force, heard this extremely hypocritical verdict.

His eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets in utter despair.

Tianpeng was filled with grief and indignation. He opened his mouth wide and made an extremely mournful "ho ho" sound from his throat.

He wanted to cry out for justice, he wanted to tell the whole world that it was that extremely despicable Haotian who forced him to drink!

He was kicked off the South Heavenly Gate by Haotian!

However, Haotian didn't give him a chance to explain himself at all.

The moment the broadcast ended.

From the heavens above, an extremely thick golden beam of light, imbued with the laws of destruction, crashed down.

The golden light struck Tianpeng's bald head with extreme precision.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only an extremely bizarre annihilation.

Tianpeng's extremely obese body couldn't even withstand the golden light for half a second.

It turned directly into extremely fine ashes and completely dissipated on the white jade square.

Immediately afterwards, the golden light transformed into an extremely large, invisible chain.

They forcibly extracted Tianpeng's true spirit from the ashes in an extremely brutal manner.

The chains dragged Tianpeng's desperate spirit, turning him into a shooting star.

It tore through the void with extreme dominance, hurtling straight toward the direction of the Six Paths of Reincarnation in the Netherworld.

Lin Yan and Lin Shuang stared blankly at the scene, the two babies looking at each other in bewilderment.

"How did that fat guy suddenly turn to ash?"

Lin Yan pouted in extreme dissatisfaction, feeling utterly disappointed.

"This is boring, I haven't had enough fun yet."

Inside the Lingxiao Palace.

Haotian watched the scene in the Haotian Mirror of Tianpeng's true spirit being dragged away, and breathed a long sigh of satisfaction.

He slumped comfortably on the dragon throne, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

This move was absolutely perfect.

He not only fulfilled the KPIs for the Journey to the West set by the Taoist Ancestor, but also smoothly shifted all the blame onto Tianpeng himself.

Even if Lin Xuan knew, he couldn't find any fault with Haotian.

"I am truly an exceptionally brilliant genius."

Haotian laughed triumphantly, picked up the broken teacup next to him, and took a sip.

However, just as things were ending perfectly in Heaven...

In the darkest corner of the underworld, lurks the shadowy figure of a saint.