My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"What...what are they doing?"

Sizi's voice trembled, and large tears slid down her cheeks.

"These young men and women are so pitiful..."

Li Chen looked into those empty, desperate children's eyes.

He took a deep breath.

The murderous intent in his chest, at this moment, was like a volcano about to erupt, and could no longer be suppressed.

"They are using the pure lifespan and faith of these children."

Li Chen's voice was so cold it seemed to come from the deepest hell.

"To refine longevity pills to offer as a sacrifice to those old bald monks in the upper realm, to prolong their lives."

The so-called "merit water" is nothing more than bait used to select prey.

The so-called Compassion Temple is nothing but a cannibalistic den of demons disguised as a Buddhist temple!

Upon hearing this...

Si Zi quickly wiped away her tears.

The little girl put the chubby boy in her arms down on the ground.

She strode to a cage and looked inside at a little girl, about her age, who was on the verge of death.

Sizi clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her flesh.

She turned around and looked up at the direction of the main hall.

She let out the most furious and loudest roar of her life.

"You big bad guys!"

"I'm going to beat you all to death!"

Accompanied by the little girl's angry roar.

Li Chen stood behind her.

Finally, slowly, he placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

In an instant.

A terrifying sword intent that shook the entire ancient city.

It erupted with a roar from this dark and damp underground den of demons!

"Zheng—!"

A clear and high-pitched sword cry suddenly rang out in the dark and damp underground demon cave.

There are no flashy spellcasting animations.

There was no deafening shouting.

Li Chen simply pulled his right hand, which was resting on the hilt of the sword, outwards casually.

A pure, purplish-gold sword aura, so intense it was almost blinding, resembled a blazing sun rising abruptly from the abyss.

With a terrifying rage that could scorch rivers and boil seas, it instantly illuminated the entire dungeon!

This sword intent lacked the detached indifference of a cultivator.

Only the tyranny and protectiveness of the Tang Dynasty's imperial family and human emperors are present.

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

The sword energy transformed into a huge crescent-shaped arc of light, sweeping across the cold, damp ground.

Those scarlet array patterns carved on the bluestone slabs, slowly wriggling like bloodsucking leeches.

The moment they came into contact with the purple-gold sword energy, they didn't even have the chance to resist.

Like the lingering snow under the scorching sun, it emitted a piercing burning sound and instantly turned into wisps of black smoke.

Followed by.

The sword energy, still powerful, swept past the hundreds of rusted steel cages with unparalleled precision.

"Snap! Snap!"

The sturdy steel fence became more fragile than tofu at this moment.

All the chains and iron bars were cut cleanly.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, yet not a single hair on the heads of the frail children inside the cage was damaged.

At last.

The sword energy, solid as a tangible substance, slammed into the blood-red altar in the very center of the dungeon.

"Boom!"

The entire altar, built from bones and vengeful blood, exploded and shattered!

The transparent crystal cauldron suspended in mid-air, along with the "Longevity Pill" inside that had absorbed the lifespan of countless children.

Under the crushing force of the purple-gold sword energy, it instantly turned into dust.

It completely dissipated into the air.

Inside the dungeon, the nauseating stench of blood was finally gone.

However, Li Chen's anger did not subside with the destruction of the altar.

He slightly raised his head, and a chilling glint flashed in his deep eyes.

"What use is a place that harbors filth and corruption?"

The words fell.

Li Chen swung his longsword upwards with a sudden, effortless motion.

"boom--!!!"

A sword aura, ten times more violent than before, pierced through the thick bluestone ceiling of the dungeon.

With terrifying, overwhelming force, it surged upwards!

on the ground.

The ruins of the Mahavira Hall of Cibei Temple, now reduced to rubble.

The abbot, covered in dust, had just narrowly escaped death after being swept away by a giant panda's tree trunk.

They were hiding behind a huge broken wall, trembling with fear.

Looking at his disciples groaning in pain on the ground, he was still plotting how to escape and call for help.

Sudden.

He felt a violent tremor beneath his feet.

Before he could react...

A blinding beam of purple-gold light shattered the white marble paving stones in the center of the square.

Like a volcanic eruption, it shot straight into the sky!

A violent storm of sword energy instantly swept across the entire Compassion Temple.

Those remaining side halls, towers, and even foundations.

Everything was uprooted and shredded into countless fragments by this unreasonable force.

The abbot was lifted up by the gale like a tattered sack and slammed heavily onto the edge of the temple ruins, a hundred feet away.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, as if his internal organs had shifted out of place.

But he ignored the excruciating pain in his body and just stared blankly at the purple-gold sword light that pierced through the heavens and earth, his eyes filled with endless despair.

It’s over.

It's all over.

A century-old foundation, an underground formation built with countless efforts.

Everything was destroyed in an instant!

Meanwhile, in the underground space.

With the formation broken, the children whose life force had been drained finally stopped their painful spasms.

But they were so weak that they lay on the cold ground, too weak to even cry out.

"Don't be afraid, guys and girls! The bad guys have been chased away by Brother Sixteen!"

The little ox, with its short legs, ran quickly toward the cut-open cages.

The little girl wiped away her tears as she opened her pink storage bag.

Without any hesitation, he took out handful after handful of fragrant spiritual fruits and pills.

"Fourth brother! Come quick and help!"

The rhinoceros called out loudly to its guardian beast.

Fatty Four, who had been lying nearby, immediately walked over with elegant cat-like steps upon hearing the cult leader's summons.

This plump tabby cat with its fishbone pattern is showing an unexpected gentleness at this moment.

Its body swelled slightly under the influence of spiritual energy.

It became like a soft, enormous carpet.

The fishbone pattern on its back, with its varying shades, emitted a faint, gentle glow.

Fatty Four walked over to a group of children who were shivering from the cold and lay down on them.

I gently pressed my furry, warm body against them.

"Snoring...snoring..."

The deep, rhythmic purring of a cat echoed through the empty dungeon.

The voice seemed to possess a strange, soothing magic.

The children, who were initially terrified and had empty eyes, became calm after hearing the purring and feeling the warmth emanating from the tabby cat.

My tense body finally started to relax.

A few of the slightly bolder children even reached out their skinny little hands and carefully grabbed the soft fur on Fatty Four's body.

"Eat fruit, and the pain will go away."

Si Zi fed the children the crushed spiritual juice little by little.

Seeing their pale faces gradually regain their color, the little girl finally stopped crying.

Li Chen stood aside, quietly watching his younger sister busy herself.

His divine sense remained locked on the faint aura on the ground.

"Let's go, it's time to go upstairs and settle the score."