Elder Yan's scalp nearly exploded as he exclaimed, "You've gone too far! Aren't you afraid the Yuhua Sect will hold you accountable?!"
Suddenly, a realization struck him. "Wait a minute… So it was you! Elder Mu from the outer sect—he was killed by you!"
"Exactly," Ye Junlin laughed heartily. "Since I've already made enemies, why not take a few more along the way?"
Boom!
The already fractured pagoda groaned, on the verge of total collapse.
Elder Yan, his aura feeble and fading, shouted toward the Golden Flying Boat, "Why are you still standing there?! Take the Saint Son and get out of here—now!!"
"Elder Yan!" Onboard the flying boat, Chen Xiao's face went pale, his heart tumbling into chaos.
He never imagined his father's killer would be this terrifyingly powerful!
How could someone this strong come from the barren Arid Province?!
Unthinkable!
"Hurry! Get the Saint Son out of here!"
The Yuhua Sect cultivators panicked, scrambling to fully activate their flying artifact.
"You think you can run? Die."
Hong Qianye sneered coldly, charging forth. His palm burst into blazing flames as he struck at the flying boat, the attack resembling a phoenix wreathed in fire.
"This master and disciple duo are insane…" Many onlookers broke out in cold sweat, their hearts pounding in fear.
First, they killed a Yuhua Sect elder—now they were going after the Saint Son too?
The entire Eastern Domain might just collapse!
"Amitabha~"
A solemn Buddhist chant echoed through the air.
A massive golden palm of light intercepted Hong Qianye's fiery strike. In the next moment, a monk in robes appeared, prayer beads twisting in his hand.
It was Master Jingchan of the Hanging Temple.
Taking advantage of the brief distraction, the Golden Flying Boat activated successfully and vanished into the void, fleeing in panic.
Watching his prey escape, Hong Qianye was clearly displeased. His voice turned frosty. "Old bald donkey, you're meddling a bit too much, don't you think?"
Master Jingchan clasped his hands together, his expression serene. "Esteemed one, when will the cycle of vengeance end? Why pursue complete destruction?"
"Esteemed one…"
A sharp gleam flickered in Hong Qianye's eyes. He sneered, "Old bald donkey, spare me the act. You're just trying to win favor with the Yuhua Sect. Hypocritical to the core."
As a demonic cultivator, he loathed monks like these—always claiming to act righteously, while scheming for their own benefit behind the scenes.
"Your bias against the Buddhist sect is deep," Master Jingchan said calmly. "You're walking a dark path. I urge you to show restraint."
"Are you lecturing me?" Hong Qianye narrowed his eyes and sneered. "Who the hell are you to preach to me?"
"Stubborn and deluded."
Anger flickered in Master Jingchan's eyes. He growled, "Then let me enlighten you!"
Boom!
A powerful aura surged outward, blanketing the area.
Hong Qianye's expression changed drastically—this monk was at the peak of the Unity Stage!
"AHHH!"
A scream rang out—Elder Yan's spirit artifact shattered, and his divine soul was crushed by a colossal hand.
"You trying to bully my apprentice?"
Ye Junlin stepped in front of Hong Qianye, expression dark and eyes icy as he stared down Master Jingchan.
Seeing Ye Junlin, Master Jingchan immediately withdrew his aura, his face returning to a gentle smile. "Esteemed Disciple Ye, this is all a misunderstanding. I merely meant to guide the younger generation."
"Guide?" Ye Junlin scoffed. "You think you're qualified to guide me?"
A reborn True Immortal needing lessons from a bald fraud like this? What a joke.
Hong Qianye stepped forward and clasped his hands. "Master, I was intercepting the flying boat when this monk interfered and let them escape."
"Amitabha. Well said, well said." Master Jingchan kept a serene expression. "The old monk simply felt things were escalating too far and sought to bring balance. If you must blame me, I have nothing further to say. Farewell."
He turned to leave.
"Hold it!" Ye Junlin barked.
Master Jingchan paused, his eyes narrowing. "Esteemed Disciple Ye, what is the meaning of this?"
"Heh." Ye Junlin's smile was laced with menace. "You really think you can play the righteous monk, make me the villain, and walk away scot-free? How clever. But maybe you should calculate when your own end is coming."
Master Jingchan's face darkened. "You're crossing the line, Ye!"
He still bore the authority of the Hanging Temple, one of the Eastern Domain's top Buddhist sects. Surely Ye Junlin wouldn't dare offend them too?
Boom!
A devastating punch roared down from the heavens.
"You…!"
Master Jingchan's face twisted with shock and rage. He summoned all his might to resist.
A golden bell-shaped shield materialized, ringing with sacred chants.
Bang!
The shield shattered instantly. Master Jingchan was blasted over ten meters away, blood spilling from his lips as he steadied himself.
"You've gone too far! Do you think the Hanging Temple is some weakling sect you can trample over?!"
Swish! Swish! Swish!
A dozen monks landed behind him, each brandishing magical treasures, eyes blazing with fury, their spiritual pressure surging.
Master Jingchan raised his hand, summoning a radiant golden nine-ringed staff. The light it emitted was dazzling, like a miniature sun.
The monks began chanting, pouring their magical power into their master.
In a blink, a terrifying energy fluctuation rippled across the sky.
Master Jingchan's cultivation skyrocketed to peak Unity Stage. His eyes gleamed with golden light, his presence radiating a holy majesty.
Boom…
A towering golden Buddha avatar appeared in the sky, sacred and imposing, exuding an untouchable aura.
"This is the Hanging Temple's divine technique!!"
The crowd was stunned.
Xue Tianyi sneered from afar, "Is this Ye guy brain-dead? He dares provoke the Hanging Temple? Must have a death wish."
He had long borne a grudge and was now eager to see Ye Junlin meet his downfall.
"Esteemed Disciple Ye, I gave you your chance," Master Jingchan said coldly.
With the formation of the monks and support of a mid-grade spirit artifact, his power was now unparalleled. He was certain Ye Junlin wouldn't win so easily this time.
"Interesting."
Ye Junlin stroked his chin, unfazed.
Hong Qianye stood silently at the side, curious to see just how far his silver-haired master's power could go.
"Let me cleanse your ignorance."
Master Jingchan's staff swept out, unleashing a flood of energy that seemed to tear through the heavens.
Ye Junlin raised his hand calmly. "Coffin—come!"
Boom!
The sky trembled as an ancient bronze coffin descended, emanating a profound and oppressive aura.
Five meters tall and nine meters long, the Burial Heaven Coffin carried an ancient, unmatched power.
Once a low-grade artifact, it had now advanced to a high-grade spirit tool after Ye Junlin reached peak Unity Stage.
In a flash, the coffin blocked the oncoming strike with ease.
"What?!"
Master Jingchan's expression changed.
"Everyone, inside!"
Ye Junlin sneered.
The Burial Heaven Coffin swung open, releasing a vortex of monstrous suction.
"Not good!"
Master Jingchan's scalp went numb. He summoned all his power to resist the pull.
"Ahh!!"
The monks behind him were helplessly sucked in one after another, their faces twisted with terror.
"Master! Save us!!"
Then—silence.
"Vile artifact! You Xuantian Sect scum dare wield such evil things!" Master Jingchan trembled, whether from fury or fear, it was unclear.
Bang!
The golden Buddha avatar disintegrated.
Master Jingchan's face turned ashen. He felt death creeping closer and shouted in desperation, "Everyone! He's an evil cultist! Help me kill him!!"
Nice try.
Everyone watching cursed silently—who would be dumb enough to intervene now?
"Still not getting in? Move!!" Ye Junlin roared, channeling more power into the coffin.
Whirrr!
The suction intensified, dragging Master Jingchan in inch by inch.
"Buddha, save me!!" he screamed, until finally, he was pulled in.
Clang. The coffin lid slammed shut. Silence fell.
In the stunned silence, Ye Junlin stood tall, silver hair billowing, gripping the Burial Heaven Coffin. His eyes scanned the crowd coldly.
His voice boomed like thunder across the land:
"Is there anyone else?!!"
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