My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Four terrifying and unparalleled pressures, like four insurmountable ancient divine mountains, crashed down on the main hall of the royal temple.

The entire temple's defensive formation couldn't withstand even a moment of these four forces, shattering like fragile glass.

The wind howled, and the ground paved with diamond-like rock cracked inch by inch.

The towering red-lacquered wooden pillars inside the main hall groaned under the weight of the weight.

The wickedness and arrogance on Bianji's face vanished in that instant.

He felt his knees buckle, and an irresistible, terrifying gravity pressed down on his back.

With a "thump"!

This self-proclaimed wicked monk, who boasted that he could manipulate the Tang Dynasty royal family at will, was forced to kneel down, his kneecaps shattering the floor tiles with a loud crash.

He looked up in terror at the broken doorway of the main hall.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

Four figures, of varying heights but all exuding the aura of the pinnacle of the Nascent Soul stage, slowly stepped into the hall.

The man on the far left was a bald, burly man.

He wasn't wearing a cassock; instead, he was wearing a black sleeveless leather vest, the most fashionable style in the West Market of the Tang Dynasty.

On his two thick arms, he wore shiny stainless steel wrist guards.

Those large, bell-like eyes gleamed with an excited anticipation of a good show.

On the far right, there's also a bald man.

He was wearing a tight-fitting workout outfit, his muscles bulging out of the clothes, and an exaggerated solid gold necklace around his neck.

The two people in the middle have an even more bizarre style.

A figure dressed in an extremely ornate robe of a dark assassin, with meticulously combed hair and a pair of glass spectacles covering half of his face.

The other was dressed in a blood-red haute couture silk gown, holding a half-finished glass of iced fairy tea.

"You...you are...?"

As the monk Bianji stared at the four people, his captivating peach blossom eyes were so wide they seemed about to pop out of their sockets.

Although he had been imprisoned in the Netherworld Pagoda, as a pawn secretly cultivated by the Buddhist Kingdom, he had naturally seen the portrait on the Buddhist Kingdom's wanted poster.

"The Dragon-Subduing Venerable?! The Tiger-Taming Venerable?!"

Bianji's voice became sharp and shrill due to extreme shock, like a rooster whose neck had been stepped on.

He suddenly turned his head and stared intently at the two figures in the middle, their demonic aura soaring into the sky.

"The Bloodthirsty Demon Lord?! The Netherworld Demon Lord?!"

crazy!

This world is absolutely insane!

Two guardian deities from Western Buddhist kingdoms, and two peerless demon lords from ancient times who killed without hesitation.

Any two of these four people would be irreconcilable enemies!

But now, they're standing side by side in a Tang Dynasty temple, like brothers who went out shopping together?!

And what's with that ridiculously flashy outfit?!

"Oh, this wild bald monk has quite a keen eye; he actually recognizes me."

Blood Slaughter Ancestor took off his toad-like glasses and casually handed them to Youquan beside him, a cruel sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Since we recognize each other, there's no need for introductions."

Facing these four great gods.

The monk Bianji was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were about to burst, and his blood seemed to freeze.

but.

Inside the main hall, there was another person who completely ignored the terrifying pressure emanating from these four Nascent Soul stage experts.

"Bang."

A dull footstep sounded.

Fang Yi'ai, like a tireless black beast, crushed the paving stones step by step as he walked towards the altar.

In his eyes, there were no dragons or tigers to be subdued, no bloodshed in the Netherworld.

There wasn't even a monk named Bianji kneeling on the ground.

His gaze was fixed on Princess Gaoyang, who was standing in front of the altar with dazed eyes and about to lose consciousness.

"Stop...stop!"

As the monk Bianji watched Fang Yi'ai approach, alarm bells rang in his mind.

Although he feared the four powerful figures at the entrance, his inherent evil nature made him unwilling to accept defeat.

As long as he can control the Tang princess, he will have a trump card to save his life!

"You want to save her? This humble monk will take her with him to his grave!"

Bianji bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of his life essence, tinged with pale pink, onto the string of "Heaven-Covering Bodhi Beads".

He suddenly stretched out his pale hand, his fingertips flashing with black divine soul marks, and like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, he fiercely pointed at Princess Gaoyang's brow!

"court death."

A furious murderous intent finally surfaced on Fang Yi'ai's face, which was as hard as ice.

He didn't use any magic at all.

He simply stomped his right foot hard on the ground.

"boom!"

The terrifying reaction force instantly transformed his body into a black lightning bolt.

Just as Bianji's finger was about half an inch away from Princess Gaoyang.

A rough, large, calloused iron hand.

Like an iron clamp, it gripped the monk Bianji's wrist tightly!

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out clearly in the hall.

"ah!!!"

The monk Bianji let out a piercing scream.

His right wrist, which he considered flawless and capable of manipulating the seven emotions and six desires of the world, was crushed into a comminuted fracture by Fang Yi'ai's pure physical strength!

It was twisted into an incredibly bizarre angle.

Fang Yi'ai remained expressionless, his left arm encircling Princess Gaoyang's soft waist, protecting her in his embrace.

He then raised his right leg, accompanied by a violent sonic boom.

A powerful front kick landed squarely on Bianji's chest!

"Bang--!"

Like a meteor that had been knocked away, the monk Bianji coughed up a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

It slammed heavily onto the incense table beneath the Buddha statue.

He smashed the hard brass incense burner to pieces, then collapsed like a rag doll in the ruins.

After doing all this, Fang Yi'ai didn't even glance at him again.

He lowered his head.

Looking at Princess Gaoyang in his arms, her eyes closed, her face flushed, and her body trembling slightly.

That pink, alluring mist was still trying to erode her soul.

"Wake up."

Fang Yi'ai's deep, hoarse voice now revealed a hint of panic that even he himself was unaware of.

He reached out his rough, large hand and gently patted her delicate cheek twice.

"Gao Yang, wake up!"

Pure and masculine body energy flowed continuously into Gao Yang's body through his palm.

The cold, sticky aura of evil Buddha, like snowflakes meeting the blazing sun, instantly melted away under Fang Yi'ai's blood and qi.

"Eek..."

Princess Gaoyang let out a long moan, and her hazy phoenix eyes finally regained focus.

She opened her eyes.

The first thing you notice is that sharply defined jawline and those deep eyes that convey tension and concern.

She found herself nestled tightly in that broad, sturdy embrace.