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"Dogs fighting? That's hilarious!"

Upon hearing that the Chan Sect and the Western Sect were about to fight, Lin Xuan's eyes instantly lit up with excitement.

This is an absolute 10,000 times more fun than playing mahjong!

He shoved the mahjong table aside, grinned widely, and yelled at all his wives and children in the yard.

"Stop playing around! This is going to be a big show! Those ignorant fools from the Chan Sect and the Western Sect want to fight on our doorstep. Come on, I'll take you to get the best spots to watch the show!"

The moment they heard there was a show to watch, the entire Pangu Temple erupted in excitement.

"Another fight? Great!"

Lin Wu and Lin Jian, these two battle maniacs, jumped out from the corner of the courtyard, carrying the God-Slaying Spear and the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword, their faces full of fanaticism.

Lin Dasheng, Lin Huang, and a group of other mischievous kids who were playing in the mud in the backyard dropped their toys and rushed over with their short legs, yelling "Awoo!"

"Dad! I want to go too! I want to see how they beat their brains out!"

Lin Tian, ​​despite his small stature, was incredibly clever and jumped directly onto Lin Xuan's shoulder.

"Okay! Everyone's going! Today, the whole family is mobilized; let's go on a 'battlefield sightseeing tour'!"

Lin Xuan laughed loudly and arrogantly waved his hand.

He directly summoned the hundred-zhang-long, dazzling Starry Sky Flying Boat from his storage space.

The flying boat grew longer as it faced the wind, instantly transforming into a colossal vessel that blotted out the sky, radiating a magnificent and awe-inspiring light.

"Everyone, come up here!"

Lin Xuan gave a shout and, with a large group of wives and children, boarded the flying boat in a grand procession.

"boom!"

The core of the flying boat's formation was activated, and without the slightest turbulence, it smoothly tore through the void and disappeared directly into Mount Buzhou.

The next second, above the border battlefield of the Southern Continent, in the sky above a cloudless layer of clouds.

The enormous starship arrogantly pierced through the clouds and hovered brightly in the sky thousands of feet directly above the battlefield.

This location is practically a VIP-only viewing box, with an absolutely stunning view.

The spacious deck of the airship was bustling with activity.

Fifth Uncle Zhu Rong skillfully took out a huge barbecue grill from his storage ring, lit the Nanming Fire, and placed the skewers of meat from the ten-thousand-year-old demon beast seized from the Dragon Palace on it, instantly filling the air with a fragrant aroma.

"Come on, everyone, don't just stand there, eat and watch!"

Zhu Rong called out in a loud voice.

A group of mischievous children were even more excited, each of them lying on the translucent glass railing at the edge of the airship, craning their little heads to look down as if watching a monkey show.

"Look, look! That bald guy looks like a braised egg!"

Lin Yue pointed to a Western-style monk below and complained in a childish voice.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield below the airship, the atmosphere had reached an extreme tension.

Thousands of guardian deities from the Western Sect and thousands of third-generation disciples from the Chan Sect stood facing each other on both sides of the canyon, their eyes red, creating an extremely heated scene.

"You old Taoist priests of the Chan Sect! You dared to kill my junior brother! If you don't give us an explanation today, I, the Buddha, will tear down all your Taoist temples!"

A Western religious Vajra with a face full of scars pointed at the person opposite and started cursing.

"Bullshit! It was clearly you bald monks who attacked my Chan Sect disciples first! Stop trying to frame me!"

Not to be outdone, a disciple of the Chan Sect drew his longsword.

The two sides exchanged insults, their spittle flying everywhere, but neither dared to make the first move.

After all, whoever strikes first will be at a disadvantage in terms of the laws of nature and karma.

Lin Xuan sat on the soft couch on the deck, holding Bai Yaoyao, whose cheeks were flushed, in his arms. He ate the meat skewers that Zhu Rong had grilled while impatiently pouting.

"What's the point of just talking big? It's like being a woman."

He muttered to himself, and an extremely despicable idea instantly popped into his head.

Lin Xuan casually pulled out a flying sword of the lowest quality, which he had seized from a low-ranking heavenly soldier in the Heavenly Court, from his storage space.

This thing is so undesirable that even using it as firewood in the Pangu Temple is considered beneath it.

He gripped his flying sword, squinted, and precisely aimed at the Western monk below who was shouting the loudest and whose head was the brightest.

"Let me add some spice to it."

Lin Xuan grinned and flicked his finger.

"Whoosh!"

The inferior flying gold sword, with a faint whooshing sound, traced a tricky arc.

Without missing a beat, it hit the unlucky monk's bald head with a crisp "Duang".

A large, bright red bump immediately appeared on the monk's head, and blood flowed down his bald head.

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence for half a breath.

All eyes were focused on the monk who was covering his head and looked completely bewildered.