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The sound of the word "shattered" was not loud.

But at this moment, it was like some supreme decree, directly overshadowing the thunder and the howling of falling stars.

Di Jun was stunned.

He watched as the main star, powerful enough to level Mount Buzhou, suddenly stopped three inches from Lin Xuan's fingertip.

There was no buffer, and no deceleration process whatsoever.

It stopped abruptly and illogically in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, the surface of that enormous star, burning with raging karmic fire and carrying the resentment of billions of demons, began to appear covered with dense cracks.

"Click—click—"

That sound makes your teeth ache.

"No...this is impossible..." Di Jun's bloodshot eyes widened, his lips trembling. "This is a world-destroying blow that I sacrificed half of the Heavenly Court's fortune for! Even a saint wouldn't dare to take it head-on! You...what makes you think you can?!"

Lin Xuan ignored him.

He feels great now.

That power, known as the "Peak Quasi-Saint" and invincible within this realm, was surging through his limbs and bones. This was not merely an accumulation of magical power, but rather an absolute control over the rules.

He looked at the huge, dirty thing in front of him and frowned slightly.

"It's too ugly."

Lin Xuan curled his lip in disgust, then suddenly clenched his raised hand.

"Bang--!!!"

That main star was like a piece of tofu that had been squeezed too hard, collapsing instantly.

There was no explosion, no sparks flying.

All the energy, flames, rocks, and even the vengeful spirits clinging to them were crushed into primordial powder by an extremely domineering force under this grasp.

The starlight, once so bright, has turned to dust.

This scene left the twelve Ancestral Witches below, who were desperately taking damage, completely dumbfounded.

Zhu Rong's fire was still burning, and her mouth was agape, wide enough to fit a fist: "Holy crap... what kind of potent medicine did the thirteenth prince take? So powerful? Then all that fire-breathing and transformation I did just now, didn't it make me look really stupid?"

Gonggong forgot to sheathe his water-splitting blade and swallowed hard. "Brother, did we... underestimate our thirteenth brother before? He doesn't just need protection; he can clearly protect our whole family!"

Dijiang didn't say anything, he just grinned foolishly, his back teeth showing.

heaven.

Lin Xuan clapped his hands, as if brushing off dust.

Then, he turned his gaze to Di Jun, who was not far away.

That look in his eyes was chillingly calm.

"Di Jun, who did you just say you wanted to die?"

Lin Xuan took a step forward.

This step directly transcended the distance in space, instantly appearing before Di Jun.

too fast.

It was so fast that Kunpeng didn't even have time to react, and Dijun hadn't even had time to wave the star banner in his hand.

"I...I am the Heavenly Emperor! I am protected by the Heavenly Dao! How dare you touch me?!" Di Jun roared fiercely, but his body instinctively shrank back.

"The Heavenly Emperor?"

Lin Xuan chuckled, raised his hand, and slapped him across the face without any fancy moves.

"Snapped!"

This crisp sound echoed throughout the entire prehistoric world.

Di Jun was sent flying like a rag doll by the slap. Several bloody teeth drew a graceful arc in the air.

"This slap is for my wife. She's heavily pregnant and I have to listen to her yelling outside. If she gets into trouble with the baby, I couldn't afford to pay for it even if I sold you."

Lin Xuan didn't stop, and slapped him again with his backhand.

"Snapped!"

Just as Di Jun regained his footing, his other cheek swelled up again, and he was sent flying horizontally once more.

"This slap is for my newborn child. He just opened his eyes and saw you, this unlucky thing. Aren't you afraid of getting a sty?"

At this moment, Di Jun no longer possessed any of the majesty of a Heavenly Emperor.

His hair was disheveled, his face was swollen like a pig's head, and his mouth was full of blood and foam.

But the star banner in his hand was still glowing; it was the final counterattack of the Zhou Tian Star Array.

"Lin Xuan! I'll fight you to the death!"

Di Jun roared, about to detonate the star banner in his hand, which was filled with countless vengeful spirits.

"Trying to self-destruct? Did you even ask me?"

Lin Xuan's eyes turned cold, and he reached out again, completely ignoring the terrifying resentment on the star banner that was enough to corrode even a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and grabbed the banner pole.

"Smash it!"

It's that word again.

"Snap!"

The main pole of the Demon-Summoning Banner, which the demon race regarded as a priceless treasure and on which they placed countless hopes, was like a withered tree branch in Lin Xuan's hands, snapping instantly.

"puff--!"

With his natal magic weapon destroyed and the backlash from the forced dismantling of the great formation, Di Jun spat out a tall column of blood.

He felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and his primordial spirit was in excruciating pain, as if it were being torn apart.

The crimson stars that had been twinkling in the sky dimmed instantly after losing the control of the person in charge of the formation, turning back into lifeless meteorites, hovering helplessly in the void.

Lin Xuan stood high in the sky, holding the broken half of the flagpole in his hand, and casually tossed it aside.

He looked down at the figure twitching in the clouds.

At this moment, in the eyes of all the demons, he was even more terrifying than a demon god.

Kunpeng was so frightened that he shrank to the deepest part of the clouds, not daring to even breathe loudly, for fear that Lin Xuan would notice him, this featherless bird.

Lin Xuan lifted his foot and stepped into the void, walking step by step toward Di Jun.

Every step I took felt like stepping on Di Jun's heartbeat.

"Is this your trump card?"

Lin Xuan walked up to Di Jun, squatted down, and reached out to pat Di Jun's swollen face.

"Is this the destruction of the world you brought by sacrificing half your fortune and losing half your subordinates?"

"this one?"

These two words are not very offensive, but extremely insulting.

Di Jun was so angry that he trembled all over, and a "gurgling" sound came from his throat, which was blood foam blocking his trachea.

He wanted to argue, he wanted to fight back, but he couldn't move.

Lin Xuan's aura suppressed him so intensely that he couldn't even lift a finger.

"Originally, I wanted to just kill you."

Lin Xuan spoke slowly and deliberately, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Di Jun's pupils suddenly contracted.

"but……"

Lin Xuan suddenly laughed, a laugh that seemed to have a hint of amusement in it.

He stood up and turned to look down towards the Pangu Temple.

From there, the babbling of two children could be heard.

"Today is an auspicious day; seeing blood is considered unlucky."

Lin Xuan stroked his chin, looking at the lingering stardust around him, and an idea suddenly popped into his head.

"Besides, my daughter and son were just born, so as a father, I have to give them some gifts."

He looked at Di Jun again, his eyes carrying a chilling "kindness".

"Dijun, since you like playing with stars so much, let's go all out."

"I need to borrow these junk items of yours so my child can... set off some fireworks."