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"Snap!"

The Purple Heaven Divine Lightning struck the Antarctic Immortal squarely on the forehead.

That was incredibly accurate.

The old man of the South Pole, whose forehead was originally high and symbolized longevity and good fortune, instantly turned into a purplish-black charcoal blob.

"ah--!"

The screams echoed through the sky.

But this is just the beginning.

The core principle of Lin Xuan's "Illegal Smuggling Suppression Patch" is to use the power of the rules of the Kyushu Barrier to forcibly strip the intruders of their high-dimensional attributes.

Simply put, it means bringing you down to the level of a mortal, and then beating you up with divine methods.

The Antarctic Immortal felt as if his quasi-saintly power was frozen, unable to be mobilized even a fraction. His prized protective golden light was as fragile as paper before that purple lightning.

Lightning entered through the top of his head and instantly traveled throughout his body.

The purple robe with the eight trigrams bestowed upon him by the Primordial Celestial Venerable (although it was a replica, it was still a treasure) exploded into pieces, which turned into countless butterflies fluttering in the sky.

Next was his beard.

That snow-white beard, which he had kept for tens of thousands of years and was so proud of, instantly curled up and charred black in the thunder and fire, and then turned into ashes.

Finally, there's his hair.

Although he didn't have much hair to begin with, mainly relying on a hair bun to hold it up, this time, even the last few stubborn strands couldn't be saved.

A plume of black smoke rose up.

The once dignified and otherworldly Antarctic Immortal has now transformed into an old man covered in black, naked (his clothes were torn), and with a large bald head.

He fell straight down from mid-air.

"Splat!"

He fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he was still a quasi-saint in physical form. Although his magic power was sealed, his skin was thick and tough. He didn't die from the fall, but he was completely disoriented and saw stars.

The Old Man of the South Pole lay on the ground, exhaling a puff of black smoke.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

He shakily raised his head and touched his head.

It's slippery.

Touch your chin again.

It's completely bare.

"My beard... my hair..."

The Antarctic Immortal was on the verge of tears. For immortals, sometimes dough is more important than life itself. If word got out about his appearance, how could he ever live in the primordial world again? How could he continue to be the God of Longevity?

"Lin Xuan! You...you've gone too far!"

The Antarctic Immortal roared in grief and indignation, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows.

Just then, that cold, mechanical voice echoed in his mind.

[Punishment ended.]

[10 merit points will be deducted for this violation.]

[Given the target's appalling attitude, they have been placed on the "unwelcome list" with a ban period of 10,000 years.]

Welcome to DaShang again! Please remember to apply for a visa.

Inside the Pangu Hall.

Lin Xuan looked at the dark figure in the light screen and laughed until his stomach hurt.

"Wow, this design is quite unique."

[Ding! The host has successfully intercepted a Quasi-Saint level intruder.]

[Gained 10 points of Damage Reflection Merit.]

[System Evaluation: This wave of lightning strikes was very stress-relieving; we suggest increasing the intensity.]

Lin Xuan waved his hand: "Alright, don't kill him. After all, he's the eldest disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun. If you really kill him, that old guy will go crazy. This is just right; it's not very harmful, but extremely insulting."

He turned to Lin Tian, ​​who was playing with building blocks beside him, and shouted, "Boss! Stop playing! We need work!"

Lin Tian threw down the building blocks he was holding and ran over excitedly: "Dad, what's up? Are we going to rob someone again?"

"Go to the border." Lin Xuan pointed to the light screen. "There's an old man lying there. He should have some good stuff on him. Go, take your younger siblings, collect the stuff, and then throw him back to me."

"Alright!"

Lin Tian's eyes lit up.

He loves doing this kind of thing.

"Second brother! Fifth brother! Ling'er! Wake up! Grab your weapons!"

Lin Tian roared, and the backyard of Pangu Palace was instantly thrown into chaos.

Lin Yang, with half a peach dangling from his mouth and a fire-tipped spear in his hand, charged out, shouting, "Where are you? Who dares to cause trouble in our house?"

Lin Long went even further, turning into a ball of flesh and rolling over: "Can I eat it? Dad said that old man is edible?"

"I don't know if it's edible, but it's definitely got good stuff!" Lin Tian pulled out the gleaming golden brick (a replica of the Heaven-Turning Seal) from his pocket, weighed it in his hand, and said, "Let's go! Time to get to work!"

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The Antarctic Immortal was still lying on the ground, questioning the meaning of life.

He tried to circulate his magic power and found that although the suppressive force had weakened, it still prevented him from flying. At best, he was just a slightly stronger old mortal.

"This place...it's too eerie..."

The Antarctic Immortal struggled to get up, trying to find some clothes to cover himself.

The lightning bolt just now destroyed his Taoist robe, leaving him with only a bellyband (a personal magic item, of relatively good quality) barely hanging on his body, making him look as ridiculous as could be.

As he looked around, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Several youthful but somewhat roguish voices rang out behind him.

"Brother, is this the old man?"

"It looks terrible, it's all burnt."

"This smell... kind of like roasted sweet potato?"

The Old Man of the South Pole suddenly turned around.

Five teenagers were surrounding him, each with unfriendly eyes, as if they were looking at a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

The one in the lead (Lin Tian) was holding a brick and looking him over with disgust.

The guy next to him (Lin Yang) was practically glowing with excitement, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

There was also a chubby boy (Lin Long) who was drooling over the dragon-patterned staff in his hand.

"Who...who are you?" The Antarctic Immortal instinctively covered his chest. "I am..."

"Alright, alright, stop with the nonsense." Lin Tian interrupted him impatiently. "I know you're the Antarctic Immortal. My father said that since you're here, you have to pay some toll."

"Toll fees?" The Old Man of the South Pole's eyes widened. "I'm here to demand my people back! I'm the victim!"

"So what if you're the victim? Does that mean the victim doesn't have to pay?" Lin Tian said matter-of-factly. "You damaged our family's protective barrier, and you don't have to pay compensation? My dad spent a fortune building that barrier!"

"I..." The Antarctic Immortal was so angry he almost fainted. He was the one who got struck by lightning, so how did it become that he broke the barrier?

"Brother, don't waste your breath on him." Lin Yang cracked his knuckles. "I think his cane is pretty good; it'll be perfect as a fire poker for me."

"That's mine! That's mine!" Lin Long cried out, lunging forward. "There's dragon energy on it, I want to eat it!"