After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

The old temple master's strength was beyond imagination; a casual palm strike was far beyond what ordinary people could withstand.

The woman in green hurriedly raised her longsword to defend against the palm strike, but was knocked back five or six steps before regaining her footing, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

Chen Futu was startled and quickly helped her up.

Seeing this, Diao Chan, A Ke, and Ji Wuchen joined forces to attack, but the Lord of the Asura Palace immediately led four guardian elders to block them, and the great battle broke out again.

Now that Diao Chan and the others were no longer protecting them, Chen Futu and the injured Qingyi were left with no one to rely on and were completely exposed to the intimidation of the late-stage Saint. The old palace master's overwhelming pressure made Chen Futu feel as if he were sinking into a quagmire.

This is indeed a power that no one below the level of a saint can resist; the gap is too great.

The old temple master strode in with his hands behind his back. "Boy, we are sworn enemies. Even if I don't seek justice for my grandson, how can I allow you to grow up carrying the hatred of the Asura Temple and destroy it in the future? So today, you will be buried here."

Chen Futu looked up and said strangely, "This smell is too strong."

"No, does this kid have another trump card up his sleeve?"

The portly old man asked Galan a strange question, to which Galan replied blankly, "I don't know what he's thinking either. Could it be that Confucius and Li Jiansheng are about to make a move...?"

The others shared similar thoughts, believing that the Confucian Sage and the Sword Saint should make their move.

Unfortunately, no one knew that those two were time-limited cards and had long since disappeared. Besides, the current foundation of the Northern Frontier is not what those two were.

As the old temple master drew closer, Qingyi gritted her teeth and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. "Aman, I'll hold him off for a while, and you can take the opportunity to leave. As long as we're alive, we can always make a comeback."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Why would I run away on my own?"

"Listen to me, you go first."

After speaking, Qingyi brandished her sword, ready to charge again, but Chen Futu pulled her behind him, leaving her alone to face the menacing figure.

Qin Liangyu and her generals quickly stepped forward to block them.

"You all stand down!"

Chen Futu gave the order, and the crowd exchanged glances before making way for him.

The old temple master said arrogantly, "What, so you know you can't escape, so you've given up resisting?"

"Old man, I'll say the same thing to you. Instead of staying in the ancient palace and trying to prolong your life, you insist on coming out to die. Since that's the case, I'll send you on your way today."

Chen Futu's voice wasn't loud, but everyone present heard it clearly. They wondered if he had lost his mind, and how could they possibly fight him!

In another battle, Diao Chan and Ji Wuchen were extremely anxious, but unfortunately they were tightly entangled by their opponents and unable to break free.

Only Ake knew what her king relied on, so she wasn't worried at all.

"Chen Futu, I have allowed you to utter enough arrogant words, so you can die now."

The old temple master's smile vanished completely, and he casually slapped down with his palm.

This palm strike carried unparalleled power, and at least those in green robes were unable to resist it.

Just as everyone was about to be crushed into a bloody mist, a small figure suddenly stood in front of Chen Futu. With a wave of his small fist, the terrifying palm wind was suddenly dispersed.

Everyone stared blankly at the little fool gnawing on a chicken leg. "Who is she?"

"I don't know, how did the attack just disappear?"

Ordinary martial artists couldn't see through it, but the saints present were all terrified. Just a moment ago, an extremely violent aura had erupted, making them feel cold.

Little White, biting into a chicken leg, stared blankly at the dazed old temple master. "Old man, don't hit big brother, or silly auntie will hit you."

"Where did this brat come from? How dare she ruin my good time!" The old temple master glared angrily.

Xiao Bai said discontentedly, "Silly Girl isn't a little girl, she's Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai Bai!"

"Hmph, so he's just a little fool."

The old temple master curled his lips. It was a little strange just now, but what strength could a child the size of a hairy egg have? Could he possibly kill a saint?

Xiao Bai stomped her feet angrily, "I told you, you're not allowed to call Silly Auntie 'Silly Girl'! Silly Auntie's going to get angry!"

Her words amused the powerful spectators, who burst into laughter. She called herself "Silly Girl" and claimed she wasn't stupid, but their laughter soon faded.

Chen Futu patted Xiaobai's head and said softly, "Xiaobai, be good. Go, kill him."

"okay--"

Upon receiving the order, Little White happily waved its chicken leg and hopped and skipped towards the old temple master.

The old temple master snorted and struck again, but the saintly hand formed from qi landed on Xiaobai without any effect. Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Xiaobai stood before him, tilting his silly little face up and saying, "Big brother said he was going to beat you to death, so Xiaobai did it. It might hurt a little, so bear with it."

"Little thing, you—"

Before the old temple master could finish speaking, Xiao Bai suddenly threw a punch. This seemingly ordinary punch shattered the latter's protective aura, bent the old body over, and spat out a mouthful of saintly blood, his eyeballs almost popping out.

"how come!"

Everyone's jaws dropped to the ground.

What the hell is this?

One punch crippled a late-stage Saint!

"You're pretty resilient; you can barely take one punch from Silly Girl."

After Xiao Bai finished speaking, he suddenly punched the old temple master, who was clutching his stomach in pain, in the face. This punch smashed half of the old temple master's face, and the latter screamed and flew more than ten meters away, clutching his face and struggling on the ground. He was no longer the arrogant and domineering person he had been just moments before.

"Father!"

"Old Palace Master—"

The Asura Palace Master and his companions, who were engaged in fierce combat, were shocked and quickly broke away to attack Xiaobai.

Little Whitey bites a chicken leg, its tiny body nimbly moving left and right, punching each one.

Some people had their bodies broken by a single punch, some had their heads smashed by a single kick, and even the Lord of the Asura Palace had half his body torn off by her grabbing his arm.

This scene struck everyone like a thunderbolt.

Diao Chan, Tai Zhennan, and several other sages from the Southern Ming Dynasty stared blankly at the frantic little figure, swallowing hard.

This little monster can actually tear a saint apart with his bare hands?

Only Chen Futu and Sun Simiao remained calm. Chen Futu knew Xiaobai's combat strength in advance, while Sun Simiao, as the Sage of Medicine, was able to see through Xiaobai's strength.

Although Xiao Bai is foolish, his strength is extremely terrifying. He can be said to be the biggest trump card of the Northern Frontier and a powerful weapon.

The King of the Northern Frontier released her, intending to completely destroy the Asura Palace.

Xiao Bai tilted her head and looked at the Shura Palace Master standing in front of her, trembling with only half of his body remaining. She said with a grin, "Why are you stopping Silly Girl? Big Brother said he'd kill that old man, not you. You should go home now."

As she spoke, she continued gnawing on her chicken leg, swaying as she passed the trembling Asura Palace Master, stepping over the saint's corpse as she approached the old Palace Master who had just gotten up.

The old temple master was terrified. Seeing her approaching, he disregarded his cracked head, covered his face, and ran away.

Xiao Bai complained, "Don't go! Big brother said that Silly Auntie will beat you to death, and Silly Auntie has to beat you to death, otherwise there won't be any chicken legs to eat."

"You bastard, how could I possibly die by your hand—"

The old temple master used all his strength to escape using his superior lightness skill, instantly rising two or three hundred meters into the air.