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Lin Yun sat atop a cloud, his small hand waving a feather fan, his fair face radiating leisure. The simplified Ten Thousand Immortals Formation he had set up was essentially a modified version of the formation blueprints given to him by the Tongtian Sect Master. However, it was more than enough to deal with the group of bald monks from the Western Sect below.

Golden light shone brightly from within the formation. Venerable Kasyapa, riding on the white elephant, had initially intended to project an image of compassion, but now his face turned green with embarrassment. He discovered that his magical power was being suppressed, and he couldn't even unleash half of his usual strength.

"Where did this wild formation come from! I am the direct disciple of the Western Sage, are you Shang Dynasty rebelling?!" Kasyapa shouted at the top of his lungs, wildly waving his Vajra pestle, but he couldn't even scratch the formation.

Lin Yun curled his lip in the sky, thinking to himself that this old bald monk was really noisy. His father, Lin Xuan, had long ago instructed him that if he encountered people from the Western Sect, he should not listen to their chanting, but just take action.

"Little brother, stop dawdling, Dad's waiting for us to come home for dinner," Lin Yun shouted down.

Lin Wu had been waiting impatiently. His Chaotic War God Body felt restless if he didn't fight for a day. Hearing his brother speak, he chuckled, and the God-Slaying Spear in his hand emitted black energy.

"You old bald donkey, I'll show you what rebellion is today!" Lin Wu kicked off the ground with both legs, turning into a black shadow and charging directly towards Jia Ye.

Kasyapa, seeing the brat's fierce aura, felt a little uneasy. He quickly commanded the surrounding guardian deities, "What are you all standing around for! Block him! Form the formation! Form the Arhat Formation!"

The three thousand Jiedi gods quickly surrounded him, trying to trap Lin Wu in the middle.

As a result, the group of burly Wu tribe men that Lin Wu brought along objected. These men were all elites selected from the Pangu Palace, and they had been training their muscles with Xing Tian every day, so they were really bored.

"Brothers, let's get to work! The Thirteen Ancestral Witches said that not a single bald monk from the Western Sect will be spared; they'll all be taken back to do hard labor!" The leading witch clan man roared, wielding his axe as he charged into the pile of Jiedi gods.

This wasn't a war; it was a one-sided massacre. The Golden Body defense of the Jiedi God was utterly inadequate against the brute force of the Wu tribe's giant. With each swing of the axe, golden light flew wildly, and screams of agony filled the air.

Lin Wu completely ignored the henchmen around him; his eyes were fixed on Kasyapa. The God-Slaying Spear brought a gust of wind and pierced directly towards Kasyapa's chest.

Kasyapa was terrified and quickly raised his vajra to block.

"when!"

With a deafening roar, Kasyapa felt his arms go numb, and his tiger's mouth split open. His proud Arhat golden body was as fragile as paper in the face of the murderous aura of the God-Slaying Spear.

"What kind of monster are you, you brat!" Kasyapa shouted.

Lin Wu grinned, revealing a set of small, white teeth: "Your grandpa is Lin Wu of the Witch Clan! Remember that, don't give me the wrong name when we get to the underworld!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the God-Slaying Spear in Lin Wu's hand transformed into countless afterimages. His spear technique was a fusion of the military strategies of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden and the combat skills of the Witch Clan, each move deadly.

Kasyapa couldn't react at all, and all he heard was a series of "pfft pfft" sounds.

The tip of the God-Slaying Spear plunged wildly into Kasyapa's golden body, each thrust drawing a trail of golden blood. Kasyapa howled in pain; he tried to run, but Lin Yun's formation completely blocked the surroundings, leaving him with no way to escape.

"My golden body! My origin! You little beast, my master will not let you get away with this!" Kasyapa cursed as he coughed up blood.

Lin Wu hated being scolded the most. His face darkened, and he tightened his grip even more.

"Your master? That old bald monk Zhunti is currently rubbing his lustful cuddle with an ugly woman, he has no time to care about you!" Lin Wu laughed loudly. He had heard about this from his father, Lin Xuan. The whole prehistoric world knew about Zhunti's shameful deeds, and bringing it up now was just right to provoke Kasyapa.

Upon hearing this, Kasyapa was so enraged that he spat out a mouthful of blood. His Western Sect had utterly lost face.

While Kasyapa was distracted, Lin Wu seized the opportunity and pierced Kasyapa's collarbone with a single spear thrust.

"Get up!" Lin Wu shouted, and with a burst of strength, he managed to lift Kasyapa off the white elephant's back.

Kasyapa was suspended in mid-air, his limbs hanging limply. Dozens of transparent holes had been pierced through his golden body, and golden blood dripped down, making it look like a hornet's nest.

The Xiqi army and the remaining Jiedi gods below were all terrified when they saw this scene.

Nangong Shi watched from afar, his legs trembling. He had originally thought that with the help of a powerful figure from the Western Sect, they would surely take Chaoge easily. But before the battle even began, their commander had been impaled on a spear by a child wearing open-crotch pants.

"Retreat! Retreat now!" Nangong Shi shouted at the top of his lungs, turned his horse around and fled. The Xiqi army collapsed instantly, abandoning their armor and weapons, and fled for their lives across the mountains and plains.

Lin Wu held the God-Slaying Spear in one hand, hoisting Kasyapa high into the air, displaying utter arrogance.

"Bald monk, do you submit?" Lin Wu shouted.

Kasyapa was too weak to even speak; he could only roll his eyes and gasp for breath. He was filled with extreme regret. If he had known that the Shang Dynasty had such a monstrous brat, he would never have gotten involved in this mess.

Lin Yun dispelled the formation in the sky and slowly descended. Looking at Jia Ye's miserable state, he shook his head: "Brother, you went too far. Father said he wanted him alive. You stabbed him like this, and now we'll have to waste the underworld's medical expenses."

Lin Wu scoffed nonchalantly, "What's there to be afraid of? His golden body is tough. As long as he's not completely dead, we can just leave him to Old Man Styx to deal with. Let's call it a day!"