My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"I'm not reconciled to this!!!"

The Supreme Ancestor of the Blood Fiend Sect let out a mournful scream, as if an owl was weeping blood.

His originally withered body seemed to have all its vitality drained away in an instant after losing the protection of the sect's fortune.

In those deep-set eyes, eerie green flames flickered violently, revealing endless madness and resentment.

He secluded himself for thousands of years, turning his entire sect into a slaughterhouse in his quest to break through to the Nascent Soul stage. Now, with the interdimensional teleportation array open, his dream of conquering countless worlds was within reach.

But now.

All of this was ruthlessly crushed to dust by the middle-aged emperor in the yellow robe before them!

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Knowing he was doomed, the Supreme Ancestor's eyes flashed with a ruthless glint of self-destruction.

He slapped his sunken chest hard.

With a "bang," he actually crushed his own physical body!

A nascent soul, only the size of an infant and entirely blood red, screamed as it burst into the sky from the shattered flesh.

The crimson nascent soul was burning with raging primordial soul fire, carrying terrifying fluctuations that could destroy the world. Like a crimson meteor, it recklessly crashed into Li Shimin's brow!

Nascent Soul self-destructs!

The self-destruction of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is powerful enough to level an area within a thousand miles!

The cultivators below were terrified at the sight, too scared to even scream.

however.

Faced with this desperate, all-or-nothing attack, Li Shimin's face remained as calm as a still pond.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

"The light of a firefly dares to rival the brilliance of the moon?"

Li Shimin snorted coldly and slowly raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand.

"cut!"

There were no dazzling sword beams, nor any complicated spells.

Accompanied by this single, understated word.

The ten-thousand-foot golden dragon of fortune hovering at Li Shimin's feet suddenly raised its proud head and let out a deafening roar!

"hold head high--!"

The golden dragon's enormous tail, carrying a terrifying, space-tearing force, lashed fiercely at the charging blood-red nascent soul.

"Snapped!"

It's like swatting a pesky fly.

That nascent soul, burning with soul fire and capable of destroying thousands of miles, didn't even have a chance to self-destruct under the full force of the golden dragon of fortune. It was instantly shattered into pieces!

It turned into countless blood-red specks of light, which dissipated with the wind.

A powerful and ruthless figure in the demonic path, the Supreme Ancestor of the Blood Fiend Sect who has been in seclusion for thousands of years.

Thus, his soul and spirit were annihilated, and he was completely erased from this world!

"Ancestor..."

The Blood Fiend Sect Master, slumped at the bottom of the pit, stared blankly in the direction where the Supreme Ancestor had fallen, his eyes losing all light.

It’s over.

It's all over.

"You should go and keep him company, so he won't be lonely on his journey to the underworld."

Just when the Blood Fiend Sect Master was in despair, a rough voice rang out above his head.

Cheng Yaojin, carrying the octagonal Xuanhua axe the size of a door panel, stood before him like an iron tower.

The Blood Fiend Sect Master smiled bitterly and closed his eyes.

"Pfft!"

With a swift movement, the axe fell.

This once invincible Nascent Soul stage demon, who struck fear into the hearts of people for miles around, didn't even have time to utter a last word before Cheng Yaojin chopped off his head with an axe.

"Bah! This guy dares to call himself a sect leader? He can't even withstand a single move from me, Old Cheng!"

Cheng Yaojin disgustedly wiped the blood off his axe onto the Blood Fiend Sect Master's clothes.

This is the end.

The entire high-ranking members of the Blood Fiend Sect were wiped out!

The battle has come to a complete end.

The ruins of White Bone Square reek of blood.

Those other sect cultivators who had miraculously survived were now staring blankly at the Tang army in mid-air, like clay sculptures or wooden statues.

They had expected a solemn surrender ceremony to follow.

Or, this god-like emperor might deliver a powerful and moving speech.

but.

What happened next, however, utterly crushed their already shattered worldview, leaving them utterly humiliated.

"Brothers! His Majesty has given an order!"

midair.

With a wave of his hand, Cheng Yaojin's originally stern face suddenly blossomed into a radiant smile, like that of an old farmer enjoying a bountiful harvest.

"Clean up the battlefield! And get the hell out of there!"

"Seize every corner of the Blood Fiend Sect's treasure vault, alchemy room, and scripture repository!"

"Those floor tiles over there look like they're made of ancient jade, pry them off and take them with you! And don't leave those pillars behind either!"

With Cheng Yaojin's command.

The Tang Dynasty's Xuanjia Army, which had just been like hellish killing gods, suddenly changed its demeanor!

Thirty thousand Foundation Establishment stage soldiers, like locusts swarming across the land, roared and charged towards the various mountain peaks of the Blood Fiend Sect.

Some were rummaging through the storage bags of the dead.

Some people even dug up three feet of soil to harvest the miraculous herbs in the herb garden.

Even more surprisingly, several burly soldiers were working together to carry the two enormous stone lions guarding the entrance to the Blood Fiend Sect's main hall, chugging and rummaging as they moved them out.

Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong are even more outrageous.

These two dukes of the Great Tang Dynasty actually rushed into the ancestral hall of the Blood Fiend Sect and stuffed the pure gold incense burner on the offering table into their pockets.

Where was the majesty of the celestial army in the entire scene?

This is clearly a group of well-trained bandits ransacking a house!

"This...this..."

Ning Xiu protected Xing'er, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as he watched the Tang soldiers "buying goods" all over the mountains and fields.

The Qingyun Sect Master and the assassin siblings looked at each other, bewildered.

"Master, is this... is this the legendary army of the Celestial Empire?" Ning Xiu stammered.

"Cough cough."

Li Chen stood to the side, hands on his hips, not feeling ashamed at all, but instead puffing out his chest with pride.

"See that? This is what we call the fine tradition of the Tang Dynasty!"

Li Chen patted Ning Xiu on the shoulder and earnestly advised him.

"Diligence and thrift, ensuring every grain is harvested, this is the only way for our Great Tang to become rich and prosperous. Learn from this in the future, and stop always studying those empty and pretentious books of sages."

Hearing these fallacies and heresies, Ning Xiu's worldview was once again severely impacted.

Just as the Tang army was frantically ransacking homes.

With his round belly protruding, King Li Tai of Wei walked unsteadily to the interdimensional teleportation array at the bottom of the sinkhole.

He squinted his small eyes and circled the array plate twice.

His face revealed undisguised disgust.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this formation is set up so crudely. The nodes for the flow of spiritual energy are a complete mess. No wonder it took absorbing the blood of so many people to forcibly break it open."

Li Tai shook his head as he pulled out a handful of high-level array flags that emitted a soft glow from his storage ring.

His fat hands moved swiftly in the air like butterflies flitting among flowers.

The array flags landed with pinpoint accuracy in every corner of the ancient array plate. The originally violent and unstable void vortex, under Li Tai's repair, began to calm down at a visible speed.