Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

Maitreya scrambled and stumbled until he finally caught a glimpse of the Southern Heavenly Gate. A glimmer of hope ignited in his heart. If he could hide inside, no matter how destitute Haotian was, he would at least be spared for the sake of his master being a disciple of the Dao Ancestor.

However, before he could get close, a dragon's roar suddenly came from above.

"boom--!"

A colossal golden dragon descended from the sky, landing directly in front of the South Heavenly Gate, and the resulting cloud waves nearly blew Maitreya away.

Lin Tian sat atop the dragon's head, tossing a brick in his hand, and grinned at Maitreya: "Run, you fatso, why aren't you running anymore? My uncle's house is just ahead, want to come in and have a seat?"

Maitreya's face turned green. These little devils are too fast!

Just as Maitreya was caught in a dilemma, a demonic aura a hundred times more terrifying than the group of unruly children before him suddenly approached rapidly from behind. It was a terrifying aura that had crossed space to pursue him from the direction of the sea of ​​clouds three thousand miles away!

"That's... the aura of the Chaos God!" Maitreya looked back and saw dark clouds looming over the city on the horizon, with a hideous giant face appearing and disappearing in the black mist, rushing towards them at its fastest speed ever.

There are unruly kids blocking the door in front and demons chasing after them from behind!

"This is no refuge, it's a battlefield!" Maitreya was so frightened that he didn't even think twice. Taking advantage of the fact that Lin Tian and the others were attracted by the demonic energy behind them, he lowered his body and rolled down like a ball through the gap in the clouds next to the South Heavenly Gate, plunging headfirst into the mortal realm.

"Big brother, that fat guy got away!" Lin Yang shouted, pointing in the direction where Maitreya disappeared.

"Let them go, there's no profit to be made anyway." Lin Tian ignored Maitreya completely, his eyes fixed on the rapidly approaching black mist ahead, his eyes actually brightening.

"However... someone even richer has arrived." Lin Tian's lips curled into a wicked smile. He mounted the golden dragon head, adjusted his posture, and stood directly across the center of the gate, striking a pose that said, "This mountain is mine."

The terrifying black mist arrived in an instant, traversing a distance of three thousand miles, and with a world-destroying aura, it abruptly stopped in front of the South Heavenly Gate, reforming itself.

"Hey, you ugly freak emitting black smoke," Lin Tian pointed ahead with his folding fan, looking impatient. "You're too slow. I've been waiting for you for ages. This South Heavenly Gate is now under the jurisdiction of our 'Demolition Office.' Since you've come all this way, want to get through? Fine, leave your toll."

The black mist churned violently, and a hideous giant face appeared in the air. This was the true form and will of the Demon God of Desire descending.

He originally came to arrest these brats with perfect bloodlines, but he didn't expect them to not only not run away, but instead block the door and collect money.

"Ignorant brat!" The demon god's voice echoed as if it had crawled out from the deepest hell. "You just ruined my wedding procession, and now you dare ask me for tolls? I am the Chaos Demon God! Do you think I'm just here for a stroll?"

"So what if he's a Chaos Demon God? Does that mean he can poop and pee anywhere?" Lin Yang interjected from the side, holding a ball of golden solar true fire in his palm and pointing at the viscous liquid dripping from the black mist. "Get rid of that filthy stuff of yours, it stinks and affects the city's appearance."

"I'm going to devour you all..." the demon god roared in fury. He had lived for countless eons and had never seen such arrogant brats, still thinking of collecting money even on the verge of death.

Just as the demon was about to make his move, a group of people stumbled out of the South Heavenly Gate.

The one leading them was Haotian.

Haotian's face was now as black as the bottom of a pot. He had originally thought that as long as he married off his daughter and obtained the power of the Demon God, he could turn the tables and become the master of the house. But what happened? Before she even entered the house, Lin Xuan's son blocked her at the door and demanded a toll.

This is so embarrassing!

"Stop! Stop!" Haotian shouted as he ran over, his crown askew. "Lin Tian! What do you think you're doing? This is my family matter! It's none of your Wu Clan's business!"

Lin Tian glanced at him, said nothing, but tightened his grip on the brick.

Lin Long, however, brought his big head close to Haotian's face, sneezed, and sprayed Haotian's face with saliva: "Uncle, is this black smoke your relative? It doesn't look appetizing."

Haotian shuddered at the address of "Uncle." Who's your uncle?! I am the Heavenly Emperor!

"Haotian, your hospitality is terrible."

A lazy voice suddenly rang out.

Haotian suddenly looked up. The clouds parted, and Lin Xuan, dressed in casual clothes, walked out slowly with his hands in his pockets. Behind him followed Xing Tian, ​​Kuafu, and a group of ancestral witches who seemed to thrive on chaos.

This entourage doesn't look like they're here to attend a wedding; they look more like they're here to cause trouble.

"Lin Xuan..." Haotian gritted his teeth, "Today is Longji's joyous day, why did you bring so many people here?"

"Great joy?" Lin Xuan laughed, but there was a chill in his smile. "To me, it looks more like a funeral. Pushing your own daughter into a fire pit, Haotian, you're quite the skilled father."

"What do you know!" Haotian snapped, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "This is for the greater good of the Heavenly Court! For the stability of the Three Realms!"

"Stop talking nonsense." Lin Xuan waved his hand, interrupting his impassioned speech. "I'm here today for one thing."

He turned to look at Xing Tian.

Without saying a word, Xing Tian picked up the still-dripping axe and walked over.

Haotian was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly: "You... what are you going to do? Xingtian! I am the Heavenly Emperor! How dare you touch me?"

Xing Tian grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth: "What's wrong with the Heavenly Emperor? The Thirteen Ancestral Witches said that we won't discuss official business today, but rather personal matters."

After saying that, Xing Tian stretched out his large hand and lifted Hao Tian over like a chick. The huge axe was pressed directly against Hao Tian's neck. The chilling aura from the axe blade sent shivers down Hao Tian's spine.

"Don't move, you'll bleed if you do." Xing Tian chuckled.

Lin Xuan walked up to Haotian and reached out to straighten his crooked crown. His movements were as gentle as an old friend's, but his words sent chills down one's spine.

"Haotian, I'll just ask you one question," Lin Xuan stared into Haotian's eyes, "Are you going to get married, or not?"

Looking into Lin Xuan's unfathomable eyes and feeling the weight of the axe on his neck, Haotian felt a cold sweat instantly soak his back.

He wanted to stand firm for once. He wanted to say, "My mind is made up."

But he dared not.

Because he could tell that Lin Xuan wasn't joking. If he dared to utter even half a word of "no," Xing Tian would really chop him down.

The demonic phantom on the other side couldn't stand it any longer: "Lin Xuan! You've gone too far! This is a marriage agreement I've made! How dare you try to steal my bride?"

Lin Xuan didn't even turn his head, but waved his hand behind him: "Fifth brother, that black smoke is too noisy, tell him to shut up."

Zhu Rong, who had been waiting impatiently, roared upon hearing this, "Fine! I've had my eye on this thing for a long time!"

"boom--!"

A massive pillar of fire shot into the sky, instantly shattering half of the demon god's phantom.

Lin Xuan continued to look at Haotian, a smile on his face that made people grit their teeth in anger: "Have you thought it through? My patience is limited."