My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"Since you refuse to drink this cup of Bodhi Intoxication..."

The city lord's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty red light, and his voice was like that of a demon crawling out of hell.

"Then use your vital energy and blood to make the best medicinal ingredient for this Blood Pill."

The words of the Brahma City Lord echoed coldly in the hall.

He raised the exquisite wine glass, carved from millennia-old warm jade, high in his hand.

His eyes were filled with an arrogant and bloodthirsty air, as if the outcome was already decided.

"Die, you city lord!"

"Let's do it!"

With this shout, the city lord smashed the jade cup in his hand to the ground without hesitation.

"Smack."

A crisp cracking sound.

The jade cup shattered into pieces, and the wine splashed everywhere.

This was the final signal he had agreed upon with the underground array's hub, and also the beginning of a brutal massacre.

The signal was to smash the cup.

According to the city lord's script, the moment the cup shatters, the hidden soldiers will all rush out to attack.

The crimson array that enveloped the hall would instantly drain the true essence of these outsiders.

He was prepared to watch these people wail and beg for mercy in despair.

However, the atmosphere in the hall took an unexpected and bizarre turn in the next second.

"Smack."

Another crisp cracking sound.

The city lord's sinister smile froze abruptly.

He lowered his head blankly, looking in the direction from which the sound came.

There sat a little girl named Sizi on a large rosewood chair.

She held the top-grade white jade wine glass inlaid with rubies in her two small hands.

Imitating him, I slammed my fist down on the ground.

The white jade wine cup shattered into pieces on the ground.

The little girl seemed unsatisfied after smashing the cup.

She looked at the shards on the ground, then at the city lord who stood dumbfounded in the main seat.

Her rosy little face was filled with great confusion.

She stretched out her two greasy little hands and rubbed them together.

Then he tilted his head, looking utterly puzzled.

"My hands are freezing."

"But it's not cold in this room at all, so why do you say your hands are freezing?"

Sizi mumbled in a childish voice.

She thought smashing cups was some kind of fun little game in the city lord's mansion.

After all, in the palace, no one dared to throw things around in front of her.

The reception hall, which was originally tense and fraught with danger, was now filled with hostility.

The little girl's quirky words plunged the room into a deathly silence.

The monk Mingxin, who was standing in front, had already activated all his true energy, preparing for a bloody battle.

Upon hearing this, he stumbled and nearly lost his footing.

Fatty Four, a black and white tabby cat, is lying on the table.

It rolled its eyes in exasperation and covered its face with its furry paws.

Li Chen sat in the chair, one hand supporting his forehead.

He sighed deeply.

My little darling really has a knack for ruining the mood.

He wasn't talking about frozen hands, he was talking about taking action.

Li Chen calmly corrected his sister's pronunciation.

"This is a little trick that bad guys use to put on airs before they start a fight."

"Oh, I see."

Sizi nodded in sudden realization.

Then, she glanced at the Lord of Brahma City with obvious disdain.

"If you're going to fight, then fight. Why break a cup? My sister said that wasting things like that makes you a spendthrift."

The Lord of Brahma City listened to the brother and sister's conversation, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

He felt a surge of blood rushing to his head, making him tremble with rage.

ignore.

This is blatant disregard.

He, the dignified Lord of Brahma City, laid out such a deadly trap.

The other party showed no fear whatsoever, and even had the mind to correct his accent and mock him for being a spendthrift.

"A fool who doesn't know his own death."

The city lord's face was completely distorted; he no longer bothered to pretend.

"Let's see if you can still laugh after you've been drained of all your blood."

The city lord suddenly formed a complex and obscure hand seal with both hands.

He spat out a mouthful of his life essence in mid-air.

"We respectfully request the arrival of the special envoy."

With the city lord's angry shout.

The floor in the center of the hall, covered with thick spirit beast fur, suddenly trembled violently.

The hard white jade floor tiles shattered like a spider web, collapsing with a deafening roar.

The core of the array, seemingly bottomless, was completely exposed to the air.

The intensely nauseating crimson aura of blood surged forth from the depths of the earth like an erupting volcano.

These blood-red energies intertwined and swirled in mid-air, gradually coalescing into a gigantic and eerie blood-red lotus flower.

Suddenly, the sound of Sanskrit chanting arose.

But there was no compassion in this chanting; instead, it was filled with endless wailing and resentment.

The blood lotus slowly bloomed.

A monk wearing a dark red robe rose from the ground, standing on a lotus platform.

The monk had a sinister face, deep-set eyes, and a strange black swastika mark between his eyebrows.

As soon as he appeared, a terrifying spiritual pressure belonging to the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm filled the entire hall like a hundred thousand mountains.

The surrounding air crackled and popped under the immense spiritual pressure.

The maids who were originally standing at the edge of the hall didn't even have time to scream.

Under this oppressive force, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he collapsed limply to the ground, lifeless.

Their blood transformed into thin red threads, rapidly merging into the blood lotus.

"Amitabha."

The special envoy clasped his hands together, his voice hoarse as if two rusty iron pieces were rubbing against each other.

He looked down at Li Chen and the others with a condescending gaze.

"I am the special envoy protecting the Dharma of Xiaoleiyin Temple."

"You ants from the lower realm, not only have you destroyed the traditions of Buddhism, but you even dare to shatter the image of a Bodhisattva."

"Unforgivable sin."

The envoy slightly raised his chin, his expression extremely arrogant.

"Today, I will use this Brahma Blood Array to drain every last drop of your life force."

"Refine it into a top-grade blood pill and offer it to the Bodhisattva to atone for your heinous sins."

"It's just a dog kept by the Little Thunder Temple, yet it dares to bark and howl here."

Monk Mingxin snorted coldly and took a step forward.

His entire body shone with golden light, and the profound meaning of Mahayana Buddhism merged with the ultimate power of his physical body, allowing him to withstand the pressure of the envoy's Nascent Soul.

"You audacious monk, how dare you insult me!"

A murderous glint flashed in the envoy's eyes.

He had no intention of doing it himself; instead, he lightly touched the blood lotus with his toe.

"Blood Array, activate."

In an instant.

The crimson light curtain that enveloped the entire hall burst forth with a blinding red light.

The array patterns on the hall floor came to life completely.

An extremely terrifying suction force suddenly erupted from the core of the underground formation.

This suction force is specifically designed to target a cultivator's true essence and physical blood and qi.

Even a cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage would be instantly drained into a dried-up corpse by this suction force.

A fierce wind howled, and all the tables, chairs, and benches in the hall were swept into the air and then shredded to pieces.