I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

"A true god should protect the peace of the land, yet you deceive the people and steal offerings; do you even deserve to be called a god?"

Zhong Jiu pressed forward relentlessly, and with each step he took, a Taoist priest fell to the ground, dying a gruesome death!

"To become a god, one must either possess extraordinary supernatural powers, have a heaven-defying opportunity, or have unparalleled merit. You lack all three; you're nothing but a thieving monster who steals offerings!"

His steps were steady and powerful, yet they were like the death knell, each toll striking the hearts of the Taoists.

Everyone was terrified. Was it too late to back out? They should have run away in the chaos earlier. Why did they have to be so stupid as to rush into the hall?

This isn't watching a show, it's practically suicide!

"We can't let him get any further! Join forces and kill this monster!"

An old Taoist priest roared angrily, his eyes red, clearly driven to the brink of despair.

The Taoists were also bloodthirsty, pulling out their most treasured magical artifacts and unleashing their strongest Taoist techniques as they charged towards Zhong Jiu like madmen.

This is a final battle; nobody wants to sit idly by and wait to die!

But their struggles were no different from ants trying to shake a tree in front of Chung Kau!

"You haven't met a single one of the above conditions, yet you dare to call yourself a god?"

Zhong Jiu snorted coldly, his foot slightly sinking as he landed with a thud!

Boom!

This step seemed ordinary, but to the Taoists it was like a pillar of heaven crashing down, the entire divine realm was buzzing, as if it would collapse at any moment!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The spectator's eyes were bloodshot, his confidence was crushed to pieces. He had clearly embarked on the path to godhood, how could he be so easily crushed?

Those Taoists who rushed towards Zhong Jiu were all jolted awake by the terrifying tremor, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Their momentum was abruptly interrupted, and they staggered backward.

The aftershocks were still spreading, and the Taoist with weak cultivation was directly shaken back more than ten steps, his chest collapsed, and he died on the spot!

"Therefore, you wild god, you deserved to die!"

With a casual flick of his wrist, as if swatting a fly, Zhong Jiu smashed an old Taoist who had condensed the Golden Core of Humanity into a pulp, splattering blood all over the ground!

The other Taoists were so frightened that their faces turned ashen and they trembled all over, as if they could see their own fate. This was no match for them at all; it was a natural disaster!

"Run! Run!"

It's unclear who shouted first, but it instantly ignited everyone's will to survive.

The Taoists rushed out of the hall like headless flies, even throwing away their magical artifacts, just hoping to live one more second!

But how could Zhong Jiu possibly give them a chance to escape? The palace doors were tightly shut!

He took seven steps in a row, and with each step, a fleeing Taoist priest fell to the ground, his internal organs shattered, unable to even let out a scream!

The remaining people froze on the spot, not daring to move.

It turns out that running away only leads to an even faster death! This big shot is simply not giving you a way out!

"A devil! He's a devil!"

A young Taoist priest was terrified, collapsed to the ground, wet himself, and cried his heart out, "Even the demonic path isn't this ruthless! He's trying to wipe us all out!"

"Who exactly are you?"

The abbot's pupils shrank to pinpoints, his voice trembling like a leaf, "My Misty Hidden Temple has no grudge against you, why are you so determined to wipe us out? Isn't there some misunderstanding?"

With the temple smashed and most of the disciples killed or injured, the once arrogant abbot has completely backed down and even offered words of reconciliation.

No one thought he lacked backbone. The remaining Taoists all stared at Zhong Jiu with pleading eyes, their desire to survive practically burning, almost ready to kneel down and kowtow.

"No grudges or hatred? You've probably forgotten the despicable things you've done."

Zhong Jiu shook his head, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "If you were hiding in the gutter stealing chickens and dogs, I might not bother with you; but you had to be so blind as to provoke me, forcing me to come here personally. Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving alive! This is called reaping what you sow, and you deserve it!"

These words extinguished the last glimmer of hope among the Taoists.

This big shot had no intention of leaving anyone alive!

The Taoist priests instantly turned ashen-faced, and many collapsed to the ground. The terror of being between life and death completely broke them down, and they couldn't even stand up straight.

"I don't know you at all, how could I possibly offend you?"

The abbot was both angry and anxious, filled with grief and indignation. Why would someone who was a complete stranger to him try to kill him?

But no sooner had he finished speaking than a thought flashed into his mind, causing his pupils to shrink and him to scream in disbelief: "You...you're from the Underworld?!"

The underworld or the netherworld?

The remaining Taoist priests instantly realized what was happening, their faces filled with terror: "So it's a big shot from the underworld!"

"No wonder he's so powerful! The underworld actually has such a ruthless character!"

"I told you not to mess with the underworld! They dared to smear and suppress us before; weren't they just asking for trouble?"

In an instant, they filled in the blanks in their minds: they must have offended the underworld, which is why they were being punished!

"The Underworld? Which sect's power is that?"

The abbot, however, calmed down somewhat, believing he had grasped the key point, and quickly said, "This matter is in the wrong of my Misty Hidden Temple! Since it's a dispute over incense offerings, I'm willing to give you all my offerings! I only beg you to show mercy and spare our lives!"

Listening to their wild imaginations, Zhong Jiu chuckled, looking utterly bewildered: "The Underworld is the Underworld, governing all matters of the underworld in the Three Realms, supreme and unparalleled. What does it have to do with your sects?"

"Stop pretending!"

The abbot, furious, puffed out his beard and glared, "The Underworld's jurisdiction over the netherworld is just a legend! How could it possibly exist? You're clearly using the Underworld's name to steal offerings and cultivate your 'Incense Offering to Become a God' technique! Everyone knows about the Lesser Yuan Realm! Stop pretending!"

The method of achieving divinity through incense offerings? A miniature cosmic realm?

Zhong Jiu's interest was instantly piqued, his eyes filled with amusement: "Oh? What kind of trashy cultivation method is the Incense Offering Ascension Technique? And what is this Lesser Yuan Realm?"

"Don't push your luck!"

The abbot gritted his teeth, "We can't beat you, but don't you dare humiliate us! If you hadn't received news of the Lesser Yuan Realm, why would you be here to steal our offerings? Killing someone is one thing, but don't go too far! Once the Lesser Yuan Realm opens and our seniors from the Misty Hidden Temple emerge, we will make you pay for your crimes in blood!"

Is the Mini-Dimensional Realm open?

It's another unfamiliar term.

Zhong Jiu understood; after all, he was a transmigrator and didn't fully understand the secrets of this world. So he said, "Since you don't believe my identity, then I'll open your eyes and show you what a true god's true form looks like!"

Zhong Jiu took another step, and his aura suddenly changed drastically!

A cold, majestic, solemn, and sacred aura erupted from him, sweeping across the entire area like a tsunami, making everyone breathless!

The next second, Zhong Jiu, dressed in modern clothes, had completely changed his appearance.

He wore a black official robe embroidered with golden clouds, a crown adorned with pearls, a jade belt around his waist, and black cloud boots that seemed to tread the void. Behind him, the myriad phenomena of the underworld seemed to flow, making him both sacred and majestic, inspiring one to kneel in worship!

"This...this is..."

The abbot's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he jumped up screaming, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

As soon as Zhong Jiu's true form appeared, his fragile divine domain trembled instantly, like a thatched hut in a storm, about to burst open at any moment.

How could the divine realm of a wild god contain the divine might of a legitimate city god?

"I am the City God of Guiling City, and the Earl of Ankang, a sixth-rank official."

Zhong Jiu spoke calmly, his eyes full of mockery, "Just now, you made me kneel before you?"

He clasped his hands in a fist, bent slightly at the waist, and made a gesture as if to bow: "You want me to bow? I'll bow for you to see. I'm just afraid that you, this wild god, can't bear the bow of a true god!"

I bow to the true God!

With just the gesture of bowing and clasping his hands, an overwhelming force swept across the entire area, instantly stiffening the abbot's body as if he were being rejected by the entire world!

That feeling was like having committed a heinous crime, hated by gods and ghosts, and not even tolerated by heaven and earth!

"I am the City God of the Underworld, a sixth-rank official, appointed by Heaven and Earth, and entitled to the incense offerings of all people. You, a wild monster who steals incense offerings, dare to ask me to worship you?"

Zhong Jiu sneered and bent over even more!

Rumble!

The heavens and earth trembled, dark clouds rolled in and instantly enveloped the entire mountain peak, and bolts of lightning flashed within the clouds, the terrifying pressure causing the entire mountain to tremble.

It was as if someone had committed a heinous crime, which had angered even the heavens!

"My God! That thunder was terrifying!"

"What exactly happened on the mountaintop? Why is the heavens angry?"

"Forget about it! Run! It'll be too late if we don't run now!"

The pilgrims at the foot of the mountain were terrified. Sensing the overwhelming murderous aura, they scrambled down the mountain, wishing they had two more legs!

The pilgrims who remained on the mountaintop turned pale and fled in a panic, fearing that they would be caught in the wrath of the heavens and die without a complete corpse!