My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Inside the Taiji Hall, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The elder's feet were suspended three feet above the ground.

His tattered Taoist robe billowed gently in the breeze, his chin held high, looking down at the emperor and his ministers in the hall with the gaze one would give a pig or a sheep.

In his view, mortals are just mortals.

Even if they wear heavy iron armor and hold sharp swords, they are nothing more than a bunch of breathing rotten flesh in the face of immortal magic.

"What's wrong?"

The elder looked at Cheng Yaojin approaching step by step and let out a mocking sneer.

"Emperor of the Great Tang Dynasty, are these the punching bags you've found? You think these mere mortal warriors can shake my protective immortal magic?"

Cheng Yaojin ignored him.

This notorious troublemaker of the Tang Dynasty was currently twisting his thick neck, his joints making a sickening "crack" sound.

He casually threw the heavy Xuanhua axe, weighing several dozen kilograms, on the ground, smashing a smooth white marble brick.

"Old man, you talk too much nonsense."

Cheng Yaojin grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

The Grand Elder was furious.

He had been hiding in the secret realm for so long, and he finally came out to show off his superiority. How could he allow a mere mortal ant to provoke him like this!

"You're courting death! Today I'll show you what the difference between immortals and mortals really means!"

The elder suddenly formed a hand seal in front of his chest.

The air inside the hall instantly surged, and a visible cyan whirlwind rapidly condensed in the Grand Elder's palm.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into three wind blades, each about half a foot long, with edges gleaming with a chilling light.

"go!"

The elder shouted sternly.

Three wind blades, accompanied by a piercing whistle that tore through the air, formed a triangular shape and headed straight for Cheng Yaojin's face and chest to sever him.

Several suppressed gasps immediately rang out from the ranks of civil officials.

Wei Zheng even closed his eyes, unable to bear it.

however.

Cheng Yaojin, who stood still, didn't even try to dodge.

Instead of fear, his eyes, which were as big as copper bells, burst forth with a frenzied excitement of hunting.

"Well done!"

Cheng Yaojin roared.

He suddenly thrust his legs into a stable horse stance, his back muscles tensing to their limit in an instant.

Within his dantian, the faint trace of spiritual energy he had just cultivated through the Qi Induction Technique was squeezed out without reservation.

In conjunction with the "Xuanwu Inner Strength" that Li Shimin had sent to his residence, all of it was gathered on his right fist.

"Take this from Old Cheng... Bah! Xuanwu Divine Fist!"

Cheng Yaojin threw a punch with his right fist.

This punch had no fancy lighting effects or overwhelming force.

But at the very moment the fist was thrown, the air seemed to be struck by an invisible, massive hammer, producing an extremely muffled explosion!

boom!

Three seemingly invincible immortal wind blades slammed into Cheng Yaojin's fist.

There was no blood splattering.

There was no tearing or bleeding.

The three wind blades were like fragile ice shards made of refined steel; upon contact, they were instantly shattered into scattered gusts of wind by the terrifying hidden force.

"What?!"

The elder, who was suspended in mid-air, suddenly bulged his eyes and screamed in disbelief.

How could a mortal body possibly withstand magic?

But he no longer had time to think about this problem.

Even after Cheng Yaojin's fist shattered the wind blade, his momentum didn't diminish at all.

Using the twisting force of his waist, Tang the old rogue lunged forward like a bear descending a mountain.

That iron fist, the size of a sandbag, slammed solidly into the elder's stomach.

boom!

The protective aura was like a thin sheet of paper, unable to hold for even half a breath before shattering instantly.

That strange and domineering "Xuanwu Dark Force" followed the fist, like a raging venomous snake, and directly burrowed into the elder's internal organs!

"puff--!"

The elder let out a piercing scream.

He didn't even have time to react before spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He was hit head-on by a battering ram fired from a ballista, and was sent flying through the air.

He flew a full three zhang (approximately 10 meters) through the air, and finally, with a "splat," he landed heavily on the red-lacquered pillar of the Taiji Hall like a lump of mud, before slowly sliding down.

Inside the main hall, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at this mind-blowing reversal.

"this one?"

Cheng Yaojin withdrew his fist and blew the dust off his knuckles with a look of disdain.

"I thought it was some kind of powerful deity, but it turns out it can't even withstand a tenth of my strength. It's really too weak!"

The elder slumped against the pillar.

He clutched his aching stomach; the meager spiritual energy within him had been shattered by the sudden surge of internal force.

He stared in terror at Cheng Yaojin as he approached, as if he were looking at an ancient ferocious beast in human skin.

"You... what kind of monster are you!" The elder's mouth was full of blood, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.

"I'm your grandfather!"

Before the Grand Elder could even catch his breath...

Yuchi Gong strode over with a dark expression on his face.

He grabbed the elder's sparse white beard and forcibly pulled him up from the ground.

"Weren't you so arrogant just now? Didn't you want 100,000 taels of gold? Didn't you want young boys and girls from the Tang Dynasty?"

With each question Yuchi Gong asked, his large, fan-like hands would strike the elder's face hard with both hands.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The crisp sound of a slap echoed throughout the Taiji Hall.

The elder's old face, which resembled withered tree bark, swelled up into a purplish-red pig's head at a visible speed, and all his teeth were pulled out, spitting out blood.

Qin Qiong also stepped forward with a cold face.

Although he didn't speak, his large feet, clad in iron boots, ground heavily into the elder's leg bone twice without any politeness. The crisp sound of bones cracking sent chills down one's spine.

As for the three Guiyuan Sect disciples who came in with the Grand Elder...

As early as when Cheng Yaojin shattered the wind blade with a single punch, he was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, trembling, and he didn't even have the courage to run away.

On the dragon throne.

Li Shimin picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

He looked down at the so-called "gods" being ganged up on one by one below, and a smug, undisguised smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

These are the military generals of the Tang Dynasty!

This is the Tang Dynasty Iron Cavalry equipped with immortal cultivation techniques!

A few rogue cultivators, barely surviving in the deep mountains and forests, dare to come to the Taiji Hall and spout nonsense? They must be tired of living!