My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

but!

The Tang Dynasty's array masters specifically increased their pain perception by 30%!

The Arhat Subduing Dragon felt a heart-wrenching pain in his cheek, and his head was suddenly turned to one side by the blow.

Under the control of the "Puppet String Charm".

His body was forcibly controlled by the formation, and he was spun halfway in mid-air in an extremely humiliating manner before crashing heavily onto a sharp artificial rockery prop like a tattered sack.

"Ugh—!"

The Arhat Subduing Dragon let out a muffled groan, suppressed deep in his throat, tears welling up in his eyes from the pain.

"Hahaha! That's great!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor succeeded in his attack, feeling that most of the pent-up frustration of the past three thousand years had been released in that one punch.

His eyes were bloodshot with excitement as he strode forward.

He grabbed the Dragon-Subduing Arhat by the collar and forcibly lifted him up.

"What? Where did that fierce spirit of fighting demons and upholding justice go?"

"Where has your righteous spirit gone, where you used to indiscriminately condemn me, a vengeful person who killed my family's enemies, to be hunted down by a demon?"

Under the guise of reciting lines, Blood Slaughter Ancestor delivered a hook punch with his left hand and a swing punch with his right.

Fists rained down on the Arhat Subduing Dragon's chest and cheeks.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

the other side.

Old Demon Youquan was having a blast.

He kicked out and slammed his foot hard into the abdomen of the Tiger-Taming Arhat.

The Arhat Subduing Tiger's eyes were wide open, so angry that he seemed about to breathe fire.

But he couldn't fight back, he couldn't even dodge.

The puppeteer precisely controlled his limbs from backstage. Whenever the Old Demon of the Nether Spring's fists and feet landed, the puppeteer would control his body to make the most terrible "attack response".

Sometimes he was hunched over, sometimes he was kicked backward, and sometimes he knelt on the ground.

"You bald monk! You've finally met your match!"

Under the cover of his movement, the Old Demon of Youquan approached Fuhu and whispered a sarcastic remark through gritted teeth.

"You were quite the showman when you broke three of my ribs with those rosary beads."

"Come, come, let me loosen your bones for you today!"

"boom!"

With a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw, Old Demon Youquan slammed the Tiger-Taming Arhat into a pile of sawdust.

Two powerful beings at the Nascent Soul stage, formerly high and mighty Western gods and Buddhas.

At this moment, they were like two completely numb wooden figures, or two sandbags that were completely locked up.

Under the gaze of hundreds of eyes and recorded by several photographic crystals, he was pinned to the ground and brutally rubbed by two demons.

suffocated.

An unprecedented, utterly suffocating feeling, enough to break one's Daoist heart.

The Arhat Subduing Dragon was struck squarely in the chest by the Blood Slaughter Ancestor, and his body was controlled by the formation to slide back three zhang.

He lay on the ground, staring at the blinding spotlight on the ceiling, his heart bleeding.

"Buddha... open your eyes and see! This Tang Dynasty, rife with demons, shouldn't you unleash the divine thunder from the heavens to destroy it?!"

Unfortunately, there was no divine thunder from the heavens.

The only response he received was Director Zhang's frantic, voice-breaking shouts.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Behind the monitor, Director Zhang was so excited that he kept slapping his thigh, and his crystal glasses almost fell off.

"Absolutely amazing! This scene is so powerful!"

Director Zhang, holding a megaphone array, loudly praised the audience.

"Everyone, look at the eyes of those two stunt performers! Their eyes are bloodshot! And their facial muscles are twitching slightly with anger!"

"This is the ultimate sense of immersion! This is the indomitable, desperate, yet utterly powerless grief and indignation one feels when facing the oppression of the demonic path!"

"Amazing! Their acting is a million times better than those young heartthrobs! These two special effects instructors deserve an extra two chicken drumsticks for lunch!"

Hearing the director's praise...

Jianglong and Fuhu almost spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Screw you!

This really hurts! This is really infuriating! This is really infuriating! This is really in my mind to kill you all!

"Click! This one's passed!"

With Director Zhang's satisfied shout, this scene, which could be described as "one-sided torture," finally came to an end.

Blood Slaughter Ancestor and Nether Spring Demon stopped fighting, still not satisfied.

The two looked at each other, exhaled a long breath, and felt completely refreshed and invigorated.

"This is so damn relaxing," Old Demon Youquan exclaimed, rubbing his slightly sore wrists.

"Who can argue with that? I now feel that working for this film crew was the wisest decision I've ever made in my life." Blood Slaughter Ancestor straightened his collar, which had become a little disheveled from exercising.

The two didn't even glance at the two Arhats on the ground.

Surrounded by his assistants, he took the iced towels offered to him, wiped his hands, and walked towards the luxurious lounge area, chatting and laughing.

Meanwhile, the two Nascent Soul stage experts were used as punching bags and beaten until they were covered in dust.

He was then dragged by several crew members like a dead dog to the darkest corner of the set.

"The string formation is dispelled, but the eight extraordinary meridians remain sealed."

The array master manipulated things behind the scenes, unraveling the runes that controlled their body movements.

The dragon and tiger finally regained control of their limbs.

However, the Buddhist power within them remained sealed, like a stagnant pool.

The two slumped in the dark corner like mud. Although they had no fatal injuries, the aches and pains caused by amplified pain, as well as the devastating blow to their spirits, left them without the strength to even stand up.

"Senior brother..."

The Arhat Subduing Tiger leaned against the cold wall, his usually fierce face now filled with weariness and desolation.

He looked at his rough hands, his voice terribly hoarse.

"Have we... truly fallen into the deepest hell? Has Buddha... abandoned us?"

The Arhat who Subdues Dragons closed his eyes, and two lines of humiliating tears slid down his dust-covered cheeks.

He gritted his teeth and made the most vicious vow in his heart.

"If I can find even the slightest chance to break the seal, I swear I will raze this Chang'an Grand Theater to the ground! I will skin those two demons alive and imprison them in the netherworld forever!"

Just as the two Arhats were silently licking their wounds in a dark corner, their hearts filled with endless hatred.

"Tap, tap, tap."

A series of light, even skipping footsteps came from the end of the dimly lit corridor.

The Arhat Subduing Dragon opened his eyes warily.

A small head peeked out from beside a prop box not far away.

Princess Jinyang of the Tang Dynasty, Sizi.

She was wearing a pink dress and had two cute little buns in her hair.

In her hand, she held a half-eaten, translucent, bright red candied hawthorn.

The little girl blinked her big, dark, innocent eyes.

Somewhat curious, yet also somewhat timid.

Looking at the two bald "old men" in the corner, their faces bruised and swollen, looking utterly dejected.

Eyes facing each other.

An eerie silence fell over the dimly lit corner of the film set.