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Yinshan Saint Child was drenched in sweat, having come to a halt. Despite his profound cultivation and exceptional skills, he found himself utterly helpless within the formation set by the immortal. No matter how capable he was, he couldn't exert any of his abilities; the power of the formation pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe.
Seeing this, Little Beast's face lit up with joy. Raising the Stone Hammer in its hand, it leaped into the air with a flourish, puffing out its little belly and swinging its tiny legs back, resembling a chibi version of Thor. With a mighty swing, it brought the hammer crashing down onto Yinshan Saint Child's head.
At the critical moment, Yinshan Saint Child managed to block with his hand, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow. He rolled over and sprang up, determined to use all his strength to grab Little Beast and crush it.
However, as soon as he stood up, Little Beast raised the Stone Hammer again, gathering all its might to strike Yinshan Saint Child on the head once more.
Bang!
Blood flowed from Yinshan Saint Child's mouth and nose as he was knocked down to the ground. He was utterly exhausted; the suppressive force of the formation was too strong for him to retaliate.
Little Beast seized the opportunity and lifted the Stone Hammer again, bringing it down on Yinshan Saint Child's head. As Yinshan Saint Child cursed loudly, Little Beast continued its relentless assault until he was barely conscious before finally stopping. With both tiny paws gripping Yinshan Saint Child's hair, Little Beast dragged him toward the edge of the formation and kicked him off the Formation Platform while humming to itself.
"Amitabha, young one, you truly are impressive," Song Baliang said from outside the formation after waiting for a long time. Then he looked at the barely conscious Yinshan Saint Child and chuckled, "What a sin! It's time for your transcendence."
Yinshan Saint Child struggled desperately, fear evident in his eyes. He no longer had the strength to shout loudly; his gaze shifted from anger directed at Song Baliang to one of pleading.
"This benefactor is called Yinshan Saint Child, right? Come here, come here! I am your transcending monk. You can rest assured about any professional matters; my specialty is transcendence. Don't move—shh—stay still, yes, just like that." Song Baliang laid Yinshan Saint Child's hands flat against his chest and began chanting incantations until he had thoroughly frightened Yinshan Saint Child into submission, nodding in satisfaction.
Next, Song Baliang rummaged through Yinshan Saint Child's belongings and pulled out some Talismans, spirit stones, elixirs, an old book of spells, and a fan that exuded a chilling aura. Without even glancing at anything else, Song Baliang tossed them aside but carefully examined the fan with delight. "This fan is exquisitely crafted; it's a genuine Dao Artifact. If I can refine some Dao Artifact Fragments with it, it should evolve into a Low-Level Dao Artifact. Yes, not bad—next!"
The scene terrified the other Holy Sons within the formation; their faces turned pale. Yet they still radiated confidence in their survival, believing themselves to be destined for greatness and refusing to accept that they would perish here.
"Brother Dao, are you not afraid of the retaliation from our Orthodoxy for your ruthless actions? Even if you are from Xuanfo Temple, facing the pressure from so many sects, you are still outmatched. Xuanfo Temple is becoming increasingly desolate, with only a thousand members. What can you compare to our sect that has tens of thousands of cultivators?" One person in the formation reminded, his face proud and calm in the face of danger.
"That's right. If you are willing to admit your mistakes and repent, we can share some of the Earth Spirit Spring with you, even though you came later." Another voice chimed in.
Zhao Yang looked at them with disdain, chuckling lightly without responding. He had been considering whether to spare these people, but their attempt to pressure him with their sect behind them disgusted him immensely, and he immediately felt a murderous intent.
Zhao Yang watched Little Beast with satisfaction as it performed a series of actions without any guidance, allowing it to play freely. Little Beast seemed quite excited, looking around at the others and pointing at a nearby boy, casting an inquiring glance at Zhao Yang.
"Chirp Chirp?"
Zhao Yang nodded and closed his eyes to meditate.
With Zhao Yang's approval, Little Beast let out a series of giggles, lifted the Stone Hammer, and jumped onto the boy's head. The boy's eyes widened in terror as he cursed Zhao Yang, wishing him ill. His cultivation was restricted by the formation, and he couldn't muster even one percent of his strength. After being pounded by Little Beast, he fainted and was kicked off the Formation Platform.
Once outside the formation, the boy suddenly regained consciousness and desperately tried to flee. However, he was already exhausted and dizzy. He was picked up by Song Baliang, who treated him like a small chick and took him to a prepared mat for purification. Tears streamed down his face as he begged for mercy in his final moments.
The others finally began to feel fear, realizing what kind of existence they had provoked. They started pleading for mercy; faced with such cruelty, they knew they could not win. In their hearts, they believed that if it weren't for the restrictions of the formation, they could easily defeat these two and the beast. But within the formation, they were unable to use their trump cards and could only wait to be slaughtered. While they begged for mercy outwardly, deep inside they harbored boundless hatred, vowing that if they managed to escape, they would ensure that these individuals met a terrible end and would destroy Xuanfo Temple. They had never faced such threats or humiliation in their lives; bowing down would be akin to admitting defeat—something disgraceful among reputable sects that they would never do.
Soon after, another boy was knocked unconscious by Little Beast and thrown beneath the Formation Platform, where he met his demise at the hands of Song Baliang, the cunning monk.
With a fierce glint in his eyes, one of the boys trembled as he said, "If you let me go, I will agree to anything. I can even become your subordinate; I will give you everything."
"Chirp Chirp?" After dealing with one boy, Little Beast turned to ask Zhao Yang how to handle the boy who was speaking.
Zhao Yang closed his eyes, remaining expressionless as he waved his hand.
The young man’s face changed dramatically, shouting, “I can be your slave! I’m willing to follow you, and I can even steal the sect's treasured artifact for you. Plus, my senior sister, National Beauty and Heavenly Fragrance, is a great beauty…”
As this young man was kicked off the Formation Platform, suddenly a golden figure dashed to the edge of the Formation Platform, bursting forth from the formation. It was none other than the silent Overlord Saint Child, Yuan Lie. Ever since he saw Zhao Yang take his second step onto the Formation Platform, he had begun to move outward. Entering the Formation Platform was difficult, but exiting was relatively quick. Surrounded by dazzling lights, he silently retreated to the edge before suddenly leaping out of the Formation Platform.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Song Baliang, who was in the midst of a ritual, heard the commotion and shouted to intercept Overlord Saint Child.
Boom!
Overlord Saint Child, known as the strongest among the Five Great Sects at the Foundation Establishment Stage, possessed immense physical strength and exceptional cultivation methods. With a single strike, he sent Song Baliang spitting blood and crashing into two stone pillars, embedding his back into the wall.
“This one is formidable; he must have something valuable on him,” Song Baliang gritted his teeth and managed to say through the excruciating pain.
Overlord Saint Child glanced at Zhao Yang, who still had his eyes closed. He chose not to attack again or speak, fearing further trouble. Angrily, he turned to leave. Moments later, Zhao Yang's voice rang out behind him: “Letting you go is because I see potential in you and recognize that cultivation is not easy. If you do not repent, this will be your fate.”
A hint of gloom washed over Overlord Saint Child as his legs trembled. He had always been invincible, easily dealing with Core Formation Stage cultivators. Never had he felt threatened like this by someone of lower cultivation. He fled from the cave and out of Desolate Village, filled with reluctance as he stammered, “I must obtain that thing from my sect, even if it’s Taboo!”
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