I'm already a Great Luo Golden Immortal, how come you're only Martial Saints?

The image of a child under three years old cutting himself, scraping away his flesh and bones, is far more impactful than any thunderous force!

The intense pain from having her bone and flesh shaved off turned Qing'er's face as white as paper.

Large beads of cold sweat appeared on her smooth forehead, and her small body trembled violently.

But she bit her lower lip tightly and didn't let out a single groan!

Her bright blue eyes burned with a heartbreaking stubbornness.

The bones were exposed, and before long, Qing'er's right arm was almost completely bare of flesh and blood.

Qing'er trembled again as she went to unbutton the front of her dress!

Her meaning was self-evident: she wanted to continue to publicly strip away this mixed human and demonic body, inch by inch, and return it to that person!

"stop!"

"No!"

Exclamations of shock rose and fell throughout the hall. Even the thunder gods in the heavens couldn't help but close their eyes, as if they couldn't bear to watch this horrific scene any longer.

"Qing'er! Stop!"

Luo Zhantian unleashed all his true energy, throwing a powerful punch that shattered the magic barrier.

He, Tang Hao, Qian Quan, Wu Dajin, and others rushed out.

They only made it halfway before a bolt of lightning struck them all down, their fates unknown!

The Heavenly Court enforces its laws; how can outsiders be allowed to interfere!

.......

Outside the Zhenjun Temple at the mouth of the Guanjiang River.

Senior Brother Dayan, travel-worn and carrying the Tai'a Sword, was stopped outside the Divine Lord's Palace by two grass-root gods.

"The Autumn Wind Taoist? Never heard of him! The True Lord is currently in seclusion and does not receive guests!"

The guard had a cold expression on his face.

Da Yan cupped his hands in greeting.

"Please inform them again that I have brought a treasure and would like to ask the True Lord to appraise it!"

The guard glanced at the Tai'a sword in Senior Brother Dayan's hand and hesitated.

Wow, this sword is so similar to the sword that He Zhenjun carries!

"You wait here, I'll go report!"

Inside the Hall of the True Lord of the Pure Source and Wonderful Way.

Erlang Shen, the True Lord Yang Jian, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, the light emanating from the Heavenly Eye on his forehead.

Upon hearing the guards report that Daoist Qiufeng was requesting an audience, and especially noting the striking resemblance between the sword Daoist carried and his own, Erlang Zhenjun's brow twitched slightly.

"The Taoist of Autumn Wind?"

Yang Jian muttered to himself, "This name is somewhat unfamiliar."

He didn't tell anyone about the loss of his sword, only letting the Howling Heavenly Lord try to track it down, but they found no trace of it.

To avoid arousing suspicion, he even made a fake one and carried it with him.

His sword, that of Erlang Shen, the True Lord of Manifestation, cannot be lost, nor can it be lost!

As a celestial judicial deity of the Heavenly Court, Erlang Shenzhenjun cannot afford to lose face!

"Let him in."

Yang Jian raised an eyebrow; he wanted to see just who this Autumn Wind Taoist really was.

Da Yan entered the hall, bowed respectfully, and presented the Tai'a sword.

"This humble Taoist, Qiufeng Daoren, pays respects to the Manifest Saint True Lord. This sword was entrusted to me by someone, and I have come to present it to the True Lord for his perusal!"

So it was you!

Yang Jian remembered that he had seen this person once at his master, Jade Cauldron Immortal's, birthday banquet!

However, the two had no relationship whatsoever.

Yang Jian took the longsword, his fingertips slowly tracing the cold, smooth blade, feeling the familiar touch.

However, the ritual marks on the sword that were originally connected to his life's blood and sweat had vanished without a trace.

This deepened his suspicions. As far as he knew, there were no more than a handful of people in the world who could do this silently.

Those guys wouldn't be so bored as to steal his sword.

"Where did you obtain this sword?"

Yang Jian's gaze was like lightning as he stared directly at Qiufeng Daoren.

Da Yan was neither humble nor arrogant.

"This was entrusted to me by my junior brother Ning Wuchen. He has another important message that you must convey to the True Lord."

"Oh? Tell me about it..."

Da Yan's spirits lifted, and he cupped his hands in greeting.

"My junior brother said: The celestial being issued a decree stating that all beings who are of mixed human, immortal, or demon blood will perish, both in body and soul..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's previously lazy gaze suddenly turned cold and sharp!

He snorted coldly, and his powerful aura instantly filled the temple.

"Hmph! That law? I already know about it."

He sat up straight and stared into Dayan's eyes.

"I'll be waiting right here! I want to see who dares to come to Guanjiang Estuary and annihilate me, Yang Jian, body and soul!"

Yang Jian's words revealed his disdain and arrogance.

As a descendant of a demigod, he himself is an anomaly under these heavenly laws!

The laws of Heaven were nothing but a piece of waste paper to him.

Why should I, Yang Jian, need to care about others' opinions when I act?

Who is Yang Jian? He has been in charge of the position of the God of Justice for many years. He has seen countless shrewd people and dragons, both openly and secretly. He can see right through Da Yan's, or rather Ning Chen's, little schemes.

"Your junior brother is trying to provoke me into making a move, isn't he? Hmph, he's seriously underestimating me, Yang Jian!"

He threw the Tai'a sword in his hand back to Dayan.

"I've seen the sword, and you've delivered your message. Goodbye!"

Da Yan's heart sank; he knew that his attempt to provoke him had failed.

Although Yang Jian's identity is sensitive, his Taoist skills are profound and his supernatural powers are great. He is more obedient to orders than to proclamations, and he certainly has the confidence to disregard this law.

Erlang Shen, the Manifestation Saint, possesses numerous magical treasures, including a three-pointed double-edged sword, a golden bow and silver bullets, a mountain-splitting axe, a demon-binding rope, a demon-revealing mirror, and the Howling Celestial Dog...

He didn't even consider a mere sword a threat.

As for this tactic of provocation, it was completely ineffective against Yang Jian.

Erlang Zhenjun has been in charge of the Heavenly Court's justice system all these years, what kind of tricks hasn't he seen?

Da Yan felt helpless and could only bow and take his leave, his anxiety growing even stronger.

Junior brother, it seems that the path of the True Lord is a dead end!

Since this path is blocked, I can only go and find my junior brother first; he can lend a hand and help me out.

At crucial moments, showing some leniency might allow you to navigate the situation more effectively!

Da Yan dared not delay and immediately took to the clouds and flew towards Zhongnan Mountain!

After watching Dayan depart, Yang Jian summoned Xiaotian Dog, and a black slender dog appeared before Erlang Shen.

"Follow him and see where his sect is located!"

"Woof! Woof woof woof! Woof woof woof woof!"

Erlang Shen's face twitched.

"Alright, alright, I'll find you a pretty little female dog when we get back!"

"Woof!"

The Celestial Hound let out a low bark, then disappeared, quietly following behind Da Yan.

Yang Jian's lips curled up slightly.

"I'll see who has the audacity to steal my Tai'a sword!"

He had coveted this Tai'a sword and traded it for a precious treasure from the Moon Wanderer Star God. Now, it had inexplicably fallen into someone else's hands. How could he possibly swallow this insult?

.......

Zhongnan Mountain, Louguantai, the ancestral home of the Zhengyi sect!

Qing'er unbuttoned her wide robe, revealing her snow-white and slender collarbone. The intense pain and massive blood loss made her vision blur, and her small hands trembled so much that she could barely hold the hilt of the knife.

But the determination in her eyes was even stronger.

She took a deep breath, raised the blood-stained, cold-eyed sword again, and pointed it at her chest!

The entire Thunder God's army turned their faces away, unable to bear the sight any longer; the scene was simply too tragic!

They couldn't fathom where this young child got the courage and strength to publicly torture himself, slice by slice, piece by piece!

Just as the tip of the knife was about to touch Qing'er's delicate skin!

A long, strong hand appeared out of thin air, firmly grasping Qing'er's wrist as she held the knife, preventing her from committing a horrific suicide.