My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Master Kuhai, a demonic monk leader who possesses late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation and has received rigorous training in the Western Buddhist Kingdom.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream.

The faint Buddhist aura that protected him shattered instantly, like a fragile eggshell.

He was like a flattened toad, pressed tightly to the ground, his face covered in blood, completely unable to resist.

Inside the lobby.

All the demonic monks who were about to unleash a massacre froze in shock.

Their raised knives hung suspended in mid-air, like comical sculptures.

Everyone looked up in horror at the huge hole in the dome that had been violently torn open.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

There was no nonsense, and no hesitation.

Dozens of jet-black ropes, woven from the sinews and bones of demonic beasts and the silk of celestial silkworms, hung down from the hole like spirit snakes.

Followed by.

More than one hundred fully armed soldiers of the Tang Dynasty's Xuanjia Army, exuding a terrifying aura.

Like divine soldiers descending from the sky, they slid down the rope at breakneck speed!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The heavy military boots pounded on the bluestone slabs with a uniform, dull thud.

The Xuanjia Army soldiers wielded standard-issue Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) that shimmered with a dark blue armor-piercing array pattern.

They didn't even need to form a battle formation; the sheer aura of bloodlust emanating from them, honed from the battlefields of the northern frontier, instantly filled the entire underground space.

Those charlatan monks who usually only pretend to be gods and ghosts in the countryside.

Where have I ever seen such a formation of a formal cultivation army?

"Clang..."

I don't know who was the first to throw away the ring knife in their hand.

Then, like a domino effect, it happened.

The dozen or so demonic monks were all terrified.

Their legs went weak, and they dropped their weapons, huddled on the ground, and trembled as they hugged the bald man.

The dust gradually settled.

Li Chen wore a spotless white brocade robe, his hands casually behind his back.

His soles were casually grinding against the back of Master Kuhai's head.

The purple-gold lightning, like tiny dragons, spiraled down his cloud-patterned brocade boots.

The light illuminated the dark underground Buddhist temple.

"Your Highness!"

In the corner, Lu Fei and Lin Qing'er were as excited as if they had seen their own father when they saw Li Chen.

Lu Fei kicked aside a demonic monk blocking his way and charged forward with a fanatical expression.

"Your Highness! Why did you come in person?"

Lu Fei rubbed his hands together, his eyes filled with heartache and indignation.

"This is a small matter, just leave it to us siblings! These are valuable people we need to boost our year-end performance!"

Li Chen's lips twitched involuntarily.

Looking at these two "scroll kings" who had gone completely mad for the sake of the benefits within the Tang Dynasty system, he was speechless.

"Alright, stop complaining to me about being poor. I promised you triple the bonus, not a single penny less."

Li Chen rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Then, he turned his head and looked at the Liangzhou people around him who were dumbfounded.

Especially those four Liangzhou aunties who were still holding mahjong tiles in their hands and had blank expressions.

"The villagers were frightened."

Li Chen revealed a gentle smile, like a spring breeze.

"I am the Prince of Qin of the Great Tang Dynasty. These charlatan monks who are faking their powers have been captured."

"Everyone, go upstairs in a bit and collect ten taels of silver each from the local governor's office as a compensation for your distress."

"After I get home, I'll play mahjong or watch live streams."

"If you encounter this kind of scumbag who uses illusions to scare people again, report it to the authorities immediately!"

Upon hearing these words, the people finally woke up from their dream.

The four middle-aged women were so excited that they threw down their mahjong tiles and, with tears in their eyes, prepared to kowtow.

"Thank you, Your Highness! Long live Your Highness!"

"The Tang Dynasty's army is truly a force of nature!"

After calming the people down, they were escorted out safely.

The gentle smile on Li Chen's face vanished instantly.

Instead, there was a chilling, sinister aura.

He slowly moved his foot away.

In the pit, Master Kuhai struggled to turn over.

His face was covered in blood mixed with dust, and his face, covered with centipede tattoos, was filled with endless resentment and horror.

"You...you people of the Tang Dynasty, how dare you obstruct the propagation of Buddhism in our sect..."

Master Kuhai gritted his teeth, spitting out blood.

"You have defied the gods and Buddhas, and will surely be punished by Heaven! The Arhats and Buddhas of the Western Paradise will absolutely not let you off..."

"Divine retribution?"

Li Chen felt as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world and couldn't help but sneer.

"They come to my Great Tang territory to run a pyramid scheme, forcibly brainwashing and recruiting people."

"Not only did you not go to Chang'an to pay your respects, but you also refused to pay protection money, and you dare to talk to me about divine retribution?"

Li Chen was too lazy to waste words on such a thoroughly brainwashed fanatic.

He took a step back and gestured with his chin toward the shadows behind him.

"Li Weigong, I'm entrusting this to you."

"I want everything in his brain, not a single dreg."

Accompanied by heavy, steady footsteps.

Li Jing, the military genius of the Tang Dynasty, emerged from the darkness with a blank expression, dressed in a dark blue casual outfit.

"Your Highness, rest assured."

Li Jing walked up to Master Kuhai.

His eyes flashed with a cold, ruthless light, like the edge of a knife.

"This old minister has plenty of ways to make these bald monks wish they were dead."

Master Kuhai looked at Li Jing and a sense of life-or-death crisis, which he had never felt before, suddenly rose in his heart.

He bit his tongue, attempting to reverse the remaining true energy within his body and try to self-destruct his golden body.

"Want to die? In front of me, you don't even have the right to die!"

Li Jing snorted coldly.

His right hand shot out like a dragon probing the sea, as swift as lightning.

The five fingers, like five iron nails forged from fine steel, carried immense true energy capable of suppressing everything, and firmly gripped the top of Master Kuhai's head!

"Soul Search!"

"Aaaaaahh ...

The most agonizing, inhuman screams echoed wildly through the empty underground Buddhist hall.

Master Kuhai's body convulsed violently on the ground.

His eyes rolled back instantly, and a shocking amount of black blood flowed from all seven orifices at the same time.

Li Jing's vast and ruthless battlefield consciousness was like an extremely sharp bone-scraping dagger.

It pierced the depths of his soul without mercy.

He roughly searched, tore apart, and pieced together all the fragments of his memories from childhood to adulthood!

The pain of having one's soul torn apart inch by inch is incomparable to any physical torture.