My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

This is the Second Elder of the Guiyuan Sect, who is responsible for secretly protecting the young sect leader.

A genuine cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining stage!

The Second Elder landed in front of the ice sculpture, staring at Yin Wujiu, frozen solid and his fate unknown, and nearly went mad.

If the young sect leader were to get into trouble right under his nose, the sect leader would absolutely skin him alive!

"Witch! How dare you use evil magic to ambush my sect's young master! I will tear you apart!"

The second elder's eyes were bloodshot, and his withered hands suddenly clasped together in front of his chest.

The surrounding spiritual energy surged wildly, and more than a dozen wind blades, each half a foot long, rapidly formed around him, each radiating a sharp aura capable of cutting through gold and jade.

He stared intently at Princess Chang Le, his resolve to kill her unwavering, and suddenly swung his hand.

A dozen or so wind blades emitted sharp whistles, weaving together into a net of death, sweeping over Princess Chang Le and swarming towards her.

Although Chang Le is exceptionally talented, she has only been cultivating for a short time and has no combat experience.

Faced with such a dense barrage of spells, she was momentarily stunned and forgot to cast a spell to resist.

Li Chengqian roared and tried to rush forward to shield his sister from the knife.

however.

At this critical moment.

"What gang are you involved with?"

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A lazy, sleepy voice suddenly rang in the Second Elder's ear.

The sound wasn't loud, but it felt like a heavy hammer blow that struck deep into the Second Elder's soul.

The Second Elder's heart skipped a beat, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

Before he could react...

A white afterimage, like a ghost, appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Li Chen held Xiao Sizi's hand with his left hand, who was holding a string of candied hawthorns, while his right hand was casually behind his back.

He didn't even bother to release the pressure of a Golden Core cultivator.

He simply raised his free right hand slowly, as if swatting away an annoying greenbottle fly.

A large, crisp, and merciless slit.

"Smack!!!"

The sound of that slap was ten times louder and clearer than a firecracker set off during Chinese New Year.

The Second Elder felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if his left cheek had been slammed by a high-speed flying iron mountain.

His mouthful of old teeth shattered in an instant, spurting out a torrent of blood like a shower of petals.

"boom!"

The dignified Second Elder of the Guiyuan Sect, a highly skilled cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Stage.

He spun around like a top in mid-air, turning a full 720 degrees. Then, he traced a tragic parabola before plunging with a "thud" into the foul-smelling ditch by the street.

Water splashed everywhere, and the stench was overwhelming.

The dozen or so wind blades that had gone out of control dissipated into an invisible breeze in mid-air.

Li Chen released Xiao Sizi's hand and walked to the stinking ditch.

He frowned in disgust, raised his foot, and stepped directly on the Second Elder's face, which was already swollen like a pig's head, pressing his head firmly into the foul-smelling mud.

"Dare to touch my people? Do you know I'm the protector of the Tang Dynasty?"

Li Chen looked down at him, his eyes as cold as ice.

"You old bones in the Qi Refining stage, are you tired of living and want me to send you on your way early?"

The second elder struggled frantically in the stinking ditch.

But to his horror, he discovered that the foot stepping on his face felt like an immovable, ancient mountain.

The spiritual power he was so proud of was completely ineffective in the face of this absolute power!

"Senior...Senior, spare my life!"

The Second Elder finally realized the vast difference in strength between the two sides, and, with his mouth agape, frantically begged for mercy in a garbled and indistinct manner.

"You're blind as a bat." Li Chen stomped down slightly, making his nose crack.

"Speak, who are you? Where is the mountain gate?"

The Second Elder dared not conceal anything, and poured out the secrets of the Guiyuan Sect in a clear and transparent manner.

"Replying to Senior... I am an elder of the Guiyuan Sect. Our sect is located... deep within the Zhongnan Mountains outside the city."

"Because of the revival of spiritual energy, our Grand Elder just led a group to the palace today... to demand offerings from the palace..."

"Oh?"

Li Chen raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

"Zhongnan Mountain? A reclusive sect like yours, barely clinging to life, should still have quite a few low-grade spirit stones and tattered ancient books hidden in its treasure vault, right?"

"Yes! We have them all!" The Second Elder nodded desperately, desperate to save his own life.

"The sect's secret realm contains the scriptures left behind by our founder, all housed in the Scripture Pavilion! If you would be so kind as to grant us everything, senior!"

Li Chen withdrew his foot with satisfaction.

He turned his head and looked at Li Chengqian, whose face was blank.

"Did you hear that? This is a piece of fat meat that's been delivered right to our doorstep."

A mischievous smirk appeared on Li Chen's lips.

"Go, send someone to the palace to tell your father that there is a wealthy man in Zhongnan Mountain who has spiritual stones and cultivation techniques."

"Just ask him if he'll take this windfall."

……

at the same time.

Taiji Palace, inside the Taiji Hall.

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

The Grand Elder of Guiyuan Sect hovered three feet above the ground, maintaining his arrogant and haughty demeanor.

He was getting a little impatient.

"The Emperor of the Great Tang Dynasty!"

The Grand Elder snorted coldly, his eyes sweeping contemptuously over Li Shimin on the dragon throne.

"I ordered you to summon a few ordinary martial artists for a sparring match, but you've been dragging your feet. Are you trying to use this as an excuse to mobilize the Imperial Guards to besiege me?"

The elder burst into laughter, his laughter filled with mockery.

"Don't waste your time. Mortal swords can't break through the defenses of immortals."

"Even if you bring an army of 100,000, in my eyes they are nothing more than a bunch of ants that I can crush with a flick of my wrist."

"Hand over 100,000 taels of gold and 500 boys and girls immediately! Otherwise, don't blame me for unleashing a massacre!"

The Grand Elder had lost his patience and was ready to teach these mortals a bloody lesson.

however.

Li Shimin, sitting upright on the dragon throne, remained as steady as Mount Tai.

He was not afraid at all; he even picked up the teacup on the imperial desk and took a slow sip.

Li Shimin put down his teacup and looked at the Grand Elder in mid-air with an extremely strange look, as if he were looking at a circus monkey.

"Immortal Master, please do not be hasty."

Li Shimin's lips curled up slightly, revealing an extremely sinister smile.

"The people I summoned have arrived."

The voice just fell.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Outside the Taiji Hall, a series of heavy footsteps, as if the earth were shaking, suddenly echoed.

Followed by.

A loud "bang" was heard.

Four burly men, as tall as iron towers, strode into the gate of the Taiji Hall.

Leading the way was none other than Duke Lu, Cheng Yaojin.

He wasn't wearing court robes today, but instead donned a heavy suit of bright armor, carrying his signature huge Xuanhua axe.

Behind him stood Qin Qiong, wielding a golden mace; Yuchi Gong, holding a water-polished bamboo whip; and Li Jing, the military god with a stern face.

These four top killing gods of the Tang Dynasty had just learned how to guide qi into their bodies in the backyard of the Prince of Qin's mansion, and these past few days they had been suffering from the uncontrollable violent power within their bodies.

now.

Their eyes, like those of an old wolf that hadn't eaten for three days and three nights, suddenly spotted a plump little lamb, green and gleaming with a chillingly excited light.

Cheng Yaojin stuck out his rough tongue and licked his chapped lips.

He looked up at the Grand Elder, who was suspended in mid-air, as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

"His Majesty."

Cheng Yaojin slammed his Xuanhua axe heavily onto the bluestone bricks, sending up a series of ear-piercing sparks.

He grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"Did you just send a eunuch to inform us that there's an excellent punching bag in this palace?"