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The Styx Ancestor felt insulted.

A great insult.

Who is Styx? He is a powerful figure of the same generation as the Three Pure Ones. Although he didn't seize the Sainthood, he is still a ruthless character among the Quasi-Saints. He wields two deadly swords that kill without incurring any karmic consequences, sits on a top-grade defensive spiritual treasure, and has 480 million clones at home.

Normally, everyone treats him with utmost respect.

Today, these barbarians not only came to his doorstep saying they wanted to requisition his land, but also said they wanted to "heat up" his bathwater.

"Arrogant! Utterly arrogant!"

Styx was so angry that his beard trembled, and the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords in his hands burst forth with a blood-red light that shot into the sky.

"Lin Xuan, you brat! Don't think you can roam freely in the prehistoric world just because you defeated Di Jun! My Blood Sea is formed from the filthy blood of Pangu, extremely defiled. Even a Quasi-Saint would have their physical body ruined and their primordial spirit damaged if they were touched by even a little bit! Since you're courting death, then this ancestor will grant your wish!"

"Children! Charge!"

At Styx's command, the once calm sea of ​​blood instantly boiled.

"roar--!"

Countless blood-red figures burst forth from the sea. These Blood God Children looked exactly like Styx. Although each one was not particularly strong, only at the Golden Immortal level, their sheer number made up for it!

Four hundred and eighty million!

They swarmed towards the Wu tribe like locusts, densely packed and overwhelming. The sight was enough to make anyone with trypophobia faint.

"I'll go help too!" Houtu said, ready to lend a hand.

Lin Xuan grabbed her arm.

"Seventh Sister, how can we let you do such dirty and tiring work? You should rest and recharge your energy. We have important things to do later."

Lin Xuan turned to look at Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, a wicked smile in his eyes.

"Fifth Brother, Sixth Brother, it's up to you. Remember, we're here to reason things out. Don't kill Fellow Daoist Styx, just drain this water."

"Okay!"

Zhu Rong rubbed his hands together excitedly. He had long disliked this sea of ​​blood; it was gloomy and not masculine at all.

"Gonggong! Although I don't like you, we have to cooperate today!"

"Enough with the nonsense!" Gonggong retorted, his face also radiating fighting spirit. "I know what to do without you telling me!"

The two exchanged a glance. Although they usually disliked each other, they had a natural understanding when it came to fighting.

Zhu Rong roared and revealed his true form as a ten-thousand-foot-tall ancestral witch.

It has the head of an animal and the body of a human, covered in red scales, with fire snakes piercing its ears and a fire dragon under its feet.

"Nanming Fire! Rise!"

boom!

A terrifyingly high temperature instantly swept across the heavens and earth. Zhurong opened its massive maw and spewed out a beam of platinum-gold flame. This was no ordinary fire; it was the Nanming Li Fire, capable of incinerating all things and specifically designed to subdue evil and yin entities.

At the same time, Gonggong also revealed his true form.

It has the head of a python and the body of a human, covered in black scales, with a green python wrapped around its hands.

"The Milky Way and the Weak Water! Fall!"

Gonggong controlled not ordinary water, but the Weak Water he extracted at the end of the Milky Way, each drop of which was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

This time, however, he did not attack the River Styx directly. Instead, he formed a huge dome of water, trapping the sea of ​​blood within.

It's like the lid of a pressure cooker.

"What's going on?" Styx was taken aback.

The next second, he understood.

Zhu Rong's fire did not directly burn the Blood God Child, but instead all plunged into the sea of ​​blood.

"Sizzle sizzle—!"

The terrifyingly high temperature instantly caused the seawater to boil.

If it were ordinary seawater, it would simply dry up. But this sea of ​​blood was filled with wronged souls and filthy blood; the smell of it after being burned was... simply indescribable.

What's even more terrifying is Gonggong's manipulation.

He applied pressure to it.

The water below turned into steam and tried to rise, but the weak water cap above held it firmly down, preventing it from escaping.

Isn't this just like taking a sauna?

And it's a sauna with temperatures of tens of thousands of degrees!

"ah--!"

Those Blood God Children who rushed up were scalded by the high-temperature steam as soon as they reached mid-air, and cried out in pain.

Blood God Child is formed from impure blood and is most afraid of this extremely yang and powerful fire. Coupled with the all-pervasive penetration of high-temperature steam, they burst open like balloons with a "bang bang bang".

"My children!" Styx trembled with heartache.

This is his hard-earned wealth accumulated over tens of thousands of years!

"You...you are shameless!" Styx brandished his twin swords, trying to charge forward and fight to the death.

Di Jiang snorted coldly, activated the laws of space, and directly erected a spatial barrier in front of the Styx River.

"Styx, just stay put and watch the show. If you move again, I'll tear down your lotus throne."

The Styx River was blocked and could only watch helplessly as the water level of its blood-red waters dropped visibly.

The once bottomless sea of ​​blood has now revealed its seabed silt.

The wronged souls found a kind of release under the high temperature; their malevolent aura was burned away, and they turned into pure energy that floated in the air.

"Stop burning it! Stop burning it!"

The Styx River finally collapsed.

He felt his very foundation was crumbling. If the Blood Sea dried up, he, the Styx Ancestor, would be finished.

"I give up! I give up, okay?"

Styx put away all the Blood God's Children and slumped onto the lotus platform, looking utterly miserable.

"Fellow Daoist Lin Xuan! Ancestral Witch Houtu! Can't you just say what you want to do? Don't torture this old man!"

Seeing that the time was almost right, Lin Xuan waved his hand.

"Fifth Brother, Sixth Brother, that's a wrap."

Zhu Rong, still savoring the experience, put away the fire and even let out a satisfied burp: "This sauna was wonderful!"

Gonggong also removed the Weak Water shield, looking at the Styx River with disdain: "So weak, this is nothing."

Lin Xuan walked up to the Styx River and smiled like a cunning businessman.

"Fellow Daoist Styx, wouldn't it have been better if you had cooperated like this earlier? Look, we're all covered in sweat."

The Styx River wanted to cry but had no tears.

Cooperate? Did you even give me a chance to cooperate? You just started cooking right away, who can stand that!

"Tell me... what exactly do you want?" Styx asked weakly.

Lin Xuan pointed to Houtu.

"It's very simple. I'll borrow this place to build a cycle of reincarnation. Also..." Lin Xuan glanced at the lotus platform under Styx's buttocks, then at the sword in his hand, "As for the construction costs, Fellow Daoist Styx will need to sponsor some of them."

Styx instinctively covered his treasure.

"This is robbery!"

"Just tell me whether you'll give it to me or not," Zhu Rong said, clenching her fists so tightly they cracked, sparks flying from her nostrils.

Styx glanced at Zhurong, then at the nearly dried-up sea of ​​blood.

"Give...I'll give..."