My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

A soft meow rang out above the puppet's head.

Fatty Four had somehow already jumped onto the puppet's shoulder.

It lowered its head, looking at the hard bronze armor, a hint of extremely human disdain flashing in its eyes.

From the plump cat's paws, four incredibly sharp claws quietly emerged.

Without any demonic fire to aid him, his terrifying physical body was forged purely from the fortune of the Tang Dynasty.

Fatty Four waved his claws and casually scratched at the puppet's thick bronze neck.

"Sizzle."

A sickening metallic tearing sound rang out.

The deep-sea black copper, which was strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from a Nascent Soul cultivator, was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper in front of Fatty Four's claws.

Amidst the flying sparks, four deep gashes were slashed across the puppet's neck.

The intricate gears and array core inside were instantly exposed to the air.

Fatty Four stretched out his paws and casually fiddled with the gears a couple of times.

"Bang."

The cold red light in the puppet's eyes flickered a few times before going out completely.

The massive body lost all power and collapsed with a crash, turning into a pile of scrap metal.

The smug look on the abbot's face instantly froze.

Fatty Four didn't give him any time to react.

The black and white figure transformed into a bolt of lightning so fast that even its afterimage could not be caught.

It moved back and forth between the remaining three Vajra puppets.

A claw on the left severed the bronze greatsword.

With a slap to the right, the heavy tower shield was shattered.

Finally, a large, gaping hole was torn open in the chest of the puppet holding the vajra.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

The four guardian deities, who were just moments ago majestic and invincible, have now been dismantled into pieces scattered all over the ground.

Broken metal fragments and flying gears covered most of the debating platform.

Fatty Four landed gracefully on the highest piece of bronze ruins.

It raised its hind leg and slowly scratched the itch beside its ear.

Then it flicked its long, fishbone-patterned tail and gave a lazy call to the abbot of Dajue Temple.

The 100,000 people in the square all gasped in shock.

Looking at the large, black and white tabby cat, and then at the horrific metal ruins, they felt their worldview crumbling.

The abbot of Dajue Temple was trembling with rage. He pointed at the fat cat on the ruins, his voice cracking.

"You audacious fiend, how dare you destroy the foundation of my Great Awakening Temple!"

The elders behind him also turned red-eyed, preparing to sacrifice their lifespans to set up a killing formation and completely annihilate the cat and the wild monk here.

Just as Dajue Temple was preparing for a desperate, all-or-nothing attack.

On the viewing platform, the Brahma City Lord, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up.

"Haha, what a wonderful exchange!"

The city lord's hearty laughter pierced through the tense atmosphere in the square.

He strode down from the observation deck, stopping the abbot of Dajue Temple from going berserk with his eyes all the way.

The city lord walked to the ruins with a harmless and warm smile on his face.

"Master, your Buddhist teachings are profound, and this spirit beast is even more extraordinary. Today, I, the city lord, have truly broadened my horizons."

He cleverly characterized this potentially dangerous contest as a friendly exchange of skills.

The city lord was a smart man; he had already seen through the unfathomable nature of the young man in blue.

If we allow Dajue Temple to take action in front of everyone, the entire ruling system of Brahma City will collapse instantly if they are defeated.

This uncontrollable variable must be introduced into the trap he knows best and is most deadly.

The city lord clasped his hands in a fist salute and bowed slightly to Li Chen on the second-floor viewing platform.

"The debate is over, and I'm sure you're all tired."

A sincere light shone in the city lord's eyes.

"I, the city lord, have prepared a simple feast in my mansion. I hope you two and Master Mingxin will do me the honor of attending."

Li Chen stood on the viewing platform, his deep eyes looking down at the enthusiastic city lord.

His divine sense had already penetrated the surface and seen through the secrets beneath the city lord's mansion.

There, a colossal, blood-red array was slowly operating, with endless blood energy greedily pointing westward along the array's patterns.

This is by no means a simple banquet, but a gaping maw of blood-stained abyss.

Sizi tugged at Li Chen's sleeve, her big eyes filled with anticipation.

"Sixteenth Brother, will there be roast meat at the banquet?"

Li Chen patted the little girl's head, a cold, unfathomable smile playing on his lips.

He brushed off non-existent dust from the hem of his blue robe, his voice calm and resolute.

"Since the city lord is so insistent, then I shall go and see for myself."

Upon hearing this answer, the Lord of Brahma City immediately turned to the side and gestured for him to enter.

In the instant he turned around, an undisguised cruelty and bloodlust crept onto the corner of his mouth.

The night in Brahma City always falls with an unusually somber tone.

Few stars shone in the sky, and thick clouds, like a giant gray cloth, tightly covered this pivotal city spanning millions of square miles.

The City Lord's Mansion is located in the very center of Brahma City, covering a vast area and exuding an imposing atmosphere.

Unlike the ordinary Buddhist temples in the city that are everywhere and exude an air of asceticism, this mansion is astonishingly luxurious inside and out.

Before the towering vermilion gate, two guardian beasts, carved from a single piece of deep-sea black iron, gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the night.

As the heavy door slowly opened, a unique fragrance, a blend of top-grade ambergris and rich spiritual energy, wafted out.

Li Chen, holding Si Zi's hand, calmly walked into the unfathomable mansion, stepping onto the smooth path paved with white jade.

The monk Mingxin followed closely behind, his gray robe still tattered, but he clutched the yellowed book of Mahayana Buddhism tightly in his hand.

On his shoulder, Fatty Four, a black and white tabby cat with fishbone stripes, was idly swishing its tail, its amber eyes scanning the surrounding buildings as if assessing whether the place was big enough for it to take a few more scratches.

After passing through several winding corridors with carved beams and painted rafters, the group was led to the core area of ​​the city lord's mansion—the reception hall.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, even someone like Monk Mingxin, who had already seen through many worldly things, couldn't help but gasp inwardly.

The interior of the hall is much larger than it appears from the outside, clearly expanded using advanced spatial array techniques.

Above the dome, every three feet there is a fist-sized luminous pearl, illuminating the entire spacious hall as if it were daytime, without a trace of shadow.

At this moment, a top-tier banquet of unparalleled extravagance had been set up in the center of the hall.

On the enormous white jade table, delicacies from land and sea were piled up like mountains.

The ten-thousand-year-old Vermilion Fruit, exuding rich spiritual energy, the tender and stewed thousand-year-old spirit turtle soup, and various delicacies cooked with top-grade spirit stones as an auxiliary ingredient were served to the table in a flowing stream by a group of beautiful maids dressed in thin veils.