I risked my life, using the butterfly effect to shatter the immortal realm.

Chapter 112 All of Dihua: I told you to collect debts, not to knock the sect leader's seal away!

The fleshy growth beneath his feet was warm and sticky. Yu Liang stood with his hands behind his back, his legs trembling beneath his robe, creating afterimages.

"Exquisite—too damn meticulous."

Yu Liang stared at the rusty sword crumbling in his hand, mentally cursing the sword's ancestors for eighteen generations.

Hehehe————

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In his mind's eye, the one-eyed old ghost was sitting with his legs crossed, picking his teeth and chuckling strangely. "Kid, what are you shaking about? This kind of entourage was my standard equipment when I went on tours back in the day. Although this fleshy vehicle is a bit ugly, it's still a remnant of a Daoist demon. It'll have to do."

"Screw you! This thing tried to eat me!" Yu Liang roared inwardly.

"It dares?" A green flame flickered in Qiongqi's single eye. "In front of me, it's nothing but a little brother. Give it twenty thousand times the courage!"

Yu Liang's shout just now was purely a reaction of being terrified; he never expected that this broken sword would actually give him face.

The once menacing, fleshy Buddha statue instantly froze, sensing the scent of its creditor at the top of the food chain.

puff.

The ten-zhang-tall golem knelt on both knees, its tentacles obedient and submissive, and prostrated itself in reverence to the tiny human figure above it.

"This lump of rotten meat knows what's good for it."

Qiongqi clicked his tongue in amazement, "It's just that this kneeling posture looks like he's begging for mercy—and he smells rotten, I don't care."

Tianjizi crushed the jade walnut in his hand: "Kneel down?"

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"How could such a demon, born of resentment, possibly kneel?"

Taiqing Hall, in front of the water mirror.

Xuanweizi's face turned deathly pale, and his back instantly hunched over.

"Because it met the true king."

Xuanweizi's voice was low and deep, filled with a profound sense of powerlessness. "The secrets of heaven are in chaos, cause and effect are reversed. Apart from the incarnation of a calamity, who else could possess such overwhelming power?"

"Yu Liang—no, the incarnation of a wicked scourge, he's showing us a stunt."

The back mountain of Zizhu Peak.

Xiao Wufeng's sword was still trembling, his eyes vacant: "So that's how it is—my previous schemes were nothing but child's play in his eyes."

The entire place was deathly silent, except for Wang Yi's pair of long, snow-white rabbit ears trembling slightly in the wind.

"God is angry." Wang Yi's shrill voice broke the silence.

Liu Erdan, holding a scallion, asked blankly, "Senior Brother, is it because this stone monster is being disobedient?"

"Superficial!" Wang Yi abruptly stood up, his front teeth gleaming coldly. "God is blaming us for being too soft! Blaming us for holding salted fish and green onions! There are too many people defaulting on debts in this world; how can we collect debts just by being cute?"

His eyes burned with fervor: "We must be tough! We must be ruthless! We must become the sharpest blade in God's hand!"

"Whoa?" Qiongqi's one eye widened suddenly. "These believers are interesting. They treat 'debt' as a kind of faith."

Their crazy energy is a perfect match.

It rubbed its withered fingers together: "Here's something good for you."

boom!

A strange fluctuation of laws erupted. Fueled by Qiongqi, the power of the Stone God's feedback instantly became violent.

*Crack.* The rabbit ears on Wang Yi's head made a crisp metallic sound, transforming into two sharp blades. His Taoist robe was torn by his muscles, and a golden "owe" character was branded on his back.

"roar--!"

Wang Yi looked up at the sky and let out a long roar.

The sound was no longer the previous clipped tone, but a booming, resonant sound that made the air hum.

A chain reaction begins.

Liu Erdan, Zhao Si —

Twenty-three originally adorable, muscular men with rabbit ears all underwent a second mutation.

He grew three meters tall, his muscles were like iron, and the scallions and cucumbers in his hands quickly stretched and grew thorns, transforming into a giant spiked mace.

An aura of "extreme ferocity" surged into the sky.

This is no longer the Bald Gang.

These are clearly a group of "debt-collecting angels" crawled out of hell.

"Heaven and earth are ruthless, incurring debts to all things!"

Wang Yi brandished the spiked club in his hand, which was as thick as a thigh, creating a gust of evil wind.

"The divine decree has been issued!"

"Those who refuse to repay their debts will be physically exorcised!"

Twenty-three muscular rabbit-headed warriors roared in unison, "Physical salvation! Physical salvation!"

The roaring sound dispersed the surrounding pink mist.

Standing atop the golem, Yu Liang's lips twitched wildly as he listened to the slogans coming from below.

I glanced down.

I almost fainted and fell off.

What the hell is this design?

A cyberpunk-style muscular bunny?

I just wanted to show off to save my life, how did you guys turn it into a cult?

"Old ghost, did you just do something?" Yu Liang keenly sensed Qiongqi's gloating.

"Me? What could I do?" Qiongqi looked completely innocent, but drool was practically dripping from its mouth. "I just helped these cute little guys slightly purify the power of that rotten flesh. After all—this is your personal guard, how could they be too weak?"

"That's enough!"

A loud shout came from the direction of the Taiqing Hall.

Xuanweizi finally couldn't sit still any longer.

If these lunatics continue to cause trouble, the Qingxuan Sect's foundation built over thousands of years will become a complete joke today.

And that golem—must be suppressed!

"Please grant me the Dharma seal of the Patriarch!"

Xuanweizi formed a hand seal and spat out a mouthful of blood essence.

Rumble—

Above the Taiqing Hall, a large golden seal, as big as a house, appeared out of thin air.

That is the golden seal of the Qingxuan Sect's leader, and also the central hub of the mountain-protecting formation, embodying the will of the Qingxuan Sect's past patriarchs and the entire sect's fortune.

"town!"

Xuanweizi pointed with his finger.

The golden seal swelled in the wind and instantly transformed into a majestic ancient divine mountain, carrying a world-destroying force as it crashed down towards the back of Purple Bamboo Peak.

The target was the flesh-and-blood golem, and Yu Liang on the golem's head.

A full-force attack from a Nascent Soul stage expert.

Even just using the power of a magical artifact is enough to level a mountain.

The terrifying wind pressure arrived first.

The ground cracked and rocks flew through the air.

The six prodigies, still locked in their internal strife, changed their expressions drastically, each summoning their magical treasures for protection and retreating in disarray.

"It's over."

Yu Liang looked up at the towering golden mountain overhead, feeling the terrifying pressure that seemed to crush his soul.

I want to run away.

But that damned rusty sword seemed to be on a high, clinging tightly to his palm and pinning him to the spot.

"Lord Pig! Help me!"

Yu Liang screamed wildly in his heart.

But the pink pig was lying on its back on the golem's shoulder, its belly bulging like a ball, in a coma due to indigestion.

"Old ghost! Let go! People will die!" Yu Liang frantically shook the sword in his hand.

"Run my ass!" Qiongqi roared in his mind, its voice filled with a frenzied greed. "See that thing? That's destiny! It's the destiny of a sect spanning thousands of years! It's a feast that countless people would kill for!"

"Are you fucking crazy? That's the sect leader's golden seal! If it falls, we'll both be turned into mincemeat!"

"Fortune favors the bold, don't you understand? This is the foundation of the Qingxuan Sect built up over thousands of years. As long as we can take a bite—"

Qiongqi licked its lips, its sword trembling even more violently. "Stand still! Show me your demon lord's aura! I'm taking this meal!"

"Screw you! If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!" Yu Liang was in despair.

Just as he was preparing to close his eyes and wait for death, or simply use causal deception to sacrifice himself to this broken sword in a desperate fight to the death.

A dark shadow shot into the sky.

No.

There are twenty-three.

"Who dares to touch the creditors!"

Wang Yi's thunderous roar exploded forth.

Under that terrifying pressure that was enough to crush even a Golden Core cultivator, these newly mutated "debt-collecting angels" showed no fear whatsoever.

The logic is simple.

Yu Liang is the creditor.

If the creditor dies, who will collect the debt?

The creditors are dead; where is their faith?

"Debt collection tactics – violent collection!"

Wang Yi took the lead, his bimetallic rabbit ears drawing two sparks in the air.

He kicked hard on the ground with his thick thigh.

boom!

The ground was blown open into a deep crater.

He was like a cannonball, crashing headlong into that golden sacred mountain.

Behind him, twenty-two muscular men followed closely.

There are no fancy spells.

There was no mysterious formation.

Only pure power.

And—those thick, black, hard spiked clubs.

"Get out of here!"

Wang Yi swung his arm in a wide arc.

At this moment, it felt as if he wasn't fighting alone.

The earth's vein power, fed back by the Stone God, combined with that fanatical belief in "paying back debts," converged in this attack.

Bang-!

A deafening, muffled thud.

The spiked club clashed violently with the sect leader's golden seal.

Then came the second and third sounds—

Twenty-three spiked clubs rained down on the base of the golden seal that represented the supreme authority of the Qingxuan Sect.

Time seemed to stand still.

Everyone, including Xuanweizi, stared wide-eyed at this absurd scene.

A group of muscular men with rabbit ears, wielding sticks, were trying to break the sect leader's golden seal.

Click.

A soft, crisp sound.

A crack appeared on the surface of the sect leader's golden seal, which was said to be indestructible and shimmering with countless golden rays.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Within his mind, Qiongqi laughed so hard he rolled on the ground, "Absurd! Utterly absurd! A bunch of brainwashed rabbits, wielding sticks made of scallions, actually managed to crush the so-called righteous path's destiny? This world is truly rotten! But I like it!"

next second.

An overwhelming force erupted.

"Get out of here!"

Wang Yi's forehead veins bulged as he let out a roar.

boom!

That majestic golden sacred mountain was actually pushed back by this group of madmen.

The golden seal tumbled in the air, letting out a mournful cry. Its light quickly dimmed, and it transformed into a stream of light, flying back towards the Taiqing Palace.

puff.

Xuanweizi, connected in spirit, spat out another mouthful of blood.

He stared in disbelief at his trembling hands.

"It was sent back?"

"They were driven back by a bunch of rabbits—wielding sticks made of green onions?"

The back mountain of Zizhu Peak.

The smoke and dust cleared.

When Wang Yi and the others landed, although blood trickled from the corners of their mouths and their muscles were ruptured, the fervor in their eyes burned even brighter.

They turned around, knelt on one knee, and raised their spiked clubs towards Yu Liang above the golem's head.

"Divine power is boundless!"

"Creditors have no limits!"

Yu Liang stood on the high ground, watching this scene, his expression completely frozen.

My stomach is cramping.

That's good now.

Not only did it confirm his identity as the Demon Lord, but he also inexplicably gained a group of henchmen even more ruthless than the demon cultivators.

"How the hell am I supposed to wash this?" Yu Liang was on the verge of tears.

"What are you washing?"

Qiongqi's voice echoed softly, tinged with a satisfied languor, "Since this world is a giant dye vat, let's stir the water even muddier. Kid, that bit of luck that spilled out when the golden seal shattered just now tasted really good—remember to keep track of it. These rabbits saved a calamity for you; you owe them a huge karmic debt."

Yu Liang glanced down at the rusty sword flashing with red light in his hand, then looked at his fellow righteous disciples in the distance, whose faces were filled with fear and who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy.

He took a deep breath and forced down the mouthful of blood that surged to his throat.

Since it can't be whitewashed.

Let's make this muddy water even muddier.

Yu Liang suddenly flicked his sleeve, hiding the disappearing hand behind his back. A smile that looked more like a grimace than a cry appeared on his lips, but to onlookers it was a mad, insane grin.

"What?

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"Is this all the Qingxuan Sect is capable of?"