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

The two, Wuxiang and his companion, were beaten to the point of breaking their defenses. Chen Futu said disdainfully, "Stop pretending, huh? You've finally shown your fangs. This is the true face of a Buddha!"

"Chen Futu! Today, my fellow disciple and I have performed a ritual to help you find peace!"

"Only those who performed the ritual and the one who fought will know! Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique!"

This battle was exhilarating. Chen Futu unleashed the chilling aura of the anime world, overwhelming the opponent's true energy fluctuations. Holding the wordless stele in one hand and the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow in the other, his swordsmanship laws unfolded, creating a sky full of sword light that was breathtaking.

"Too strong, too strong!"

"My God, which emperor could be so powerful!"

"He actually suppressed the two eminent monks of Little Sumeru Mountain all by himself."

The crowd looked up at the battlefield, their expressions changing repeatedly.

Chen Futu's combat prowess displayed today has completely refreshed everyone's understanding.

Xuanyuan Rong raised her head, her beautiful eyes sparkling, "This guy, he's a monster..."

"I'll fight!"

Xiao Bai kicked a martial arts master from the Golden Martial Hall so hard he rolled on the ground. Rubbing her wrist, she looked at Chen Futu and excitedly shouted, "Big brother, you did a great job! Xiao Bai needs to speed up too!"

The Jinwu Hall expert almost cried when he heard this. He just came to show off, but who would have thought that this girl would be so ruthless? Moreover, Chen Futu was too shameless. There was clearly a Martial Saint in the team, but he still suppressed his cultivation to the Qingyun Realm. Wasn't this just setting people up?

Who among those at the same cultivation level can defeat the current Holy Emperor and this little monster!

"Little girl, well done. Today, the two of us have joined forces to deal with those two old bastards from Jinwutang."

Xuanyuan Hong had been stationed at the trachoma site for so many years, and today's battle made him extremely happy.

In ordinary battles between Martial Saints, the opponents are evenly matched and there is no one-sided crushing victory. Today, with Xiaobai taking the lead in attacking, he can take advantage of the situation to hit and kick the two Golden Martial Hall experts, and slap them hard every now and then. It's incredibly satisfying.

"Xuanyuan Hong, you son of a bitch! Have you no shame? If you're so capable, let's fight one-on-one. What kind of skill is it to hide behind a little girl!"

Jin Wutang and his companion were beaten to a pulp by Xiaobai and Xuanyuan Hong. With their bruised and swollen faces, they looked nothing like martial saints anymore; it was utterly ridiculous.

Xuanyuan Hong laughed loudly: "You're not convinced? You can seek help if you're not convinced, but unfortunately you don't have a Holy King."

There are very few Saint Kings in the entire Li Continent. Even the ancient palaces don't have a Saint King in charge. Only the Great Xia, the Sand Sea, and Little Sumeru each have one. Now that Xuan Yuan Ning has fallen, the two remaining are currently engaged in a decisive battle. It's impossible for another Saint King to step forward. Therefore, Xuan Yuan Hong's words are extremely insulting.

The two Golden Martial Hall experts grimaced in disbelief, but with Xiao Bai standing in front of Xuan Yuan Hong with his hands on his hips, they couldn't hit him at all and could only stare helplessly.

"Brother, this isn't working."

"What else can be done?"

"Let's retreat, otherwise the consequences of further delay will be unimaginable."

The two powerful figures from the Golden Martial Hall whispered to each other, expressing their desire to end the fight. They had exhausted their efforts in cultivating to the Saintly Realm and could not afford to perish here.

"Come again!"

Little White pounced again, using Mary Rose's method, she bent over and knocked one of them flying.

Seeing this comical battle, everyone wanted to laugh but dared not.

Chen Futu transmitted his voice and cursed, "I already told you not to reward them!"

"Huh? Even if Little White kills them with his butt, it won't work?"

"Of course not."

While Chen Futu and Xiaobai were talking, Jin Wutang and his companion seized the opportunity to escape.

By the time Xiaobai realized what was happening, the two had already disappeared. The little girl was so angry that she jumped up and down, saying to Xuanyuan Hong, "Old man, why didn't you stop them!"

Xuan Yuan Hong's face twitched, and he hurriedly said, "Let them run away. The old ones may have run away, but the young ones can't escape!"

Yes, the golden crow is still there.

Xiao Bai immediately looked at Jin Wuzi, who was terrified. "You, you stay away! I am the young master of the Golden Martial Hall. If you touch me, I..."

He wanted to say something harsh, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

With the two strongest patriarchs of the Golden Martial Hall having fled, what can they use to threaten others?

"You were the one who insulted my older brother just now, oh my god!"

Xiao Bai didn't waste words with him, and angrily threw a punch that destroyed everything in its path.

"Young Master, get out of the way!"

A loyal subordinate shoved Jinwuzi aside, and Xiaobai punched the man from head to toe, turning him into ashes. The little fist slammed into the ground, and the seismic waves caused the entire oasis to shake.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the people of Jinwutang fled, and Jinwuzi also mingled among them.

Xiao Bai kept targeting him, not attacking anyone else, but only Jin Wuzi. As a result, Jin Wuzi was almost killed by her punch, but Chen Futu stopped the punch in the end.

Killing Jinwuzi is pointless; it's better to capture him alive and use him to blackmail Jinwutang into releasing resources in exchange for him.

"Yes."

Little White slapped its forehead, grabbed the almost paralyzed Golden Crow with its little hand, and said fiercely with its big eyes, "Let me tell you, if you dare to run away, Little White will smash your watermelon."

"No, I dare not run away, I dare not run away!"

Jin Wuzi was pale and shook his head frantically, his crotch soaked.

This little witch could kill him as easily as crushing a chick, so Jinwuzi slumped onto the sand, staring blankly as his men scattered and ran away.

They fled too scattered, and even the sage couldn't possibly capture them all. The great battle was still ongoing, so it was best to let them go.

Guan Yu and his men were hunting down powerful figures in the Onon Sea and had no time to deal with the Golden Martial Hall, which was also Chen Futu's intention.

As the Great Xia's current enemy, the grasslands can deal with the Golden Martial Hall later; the grasslands' core forces must be eliminated immediately!

Under the Holy Emperor's special orders, the grassland expedition suffered heavy losses. Apart from one ancestor and a few powerful individuals who escaped, the rest were completely wiped out.

Having dealt with the people of Onon Sea, Xiaobai, with the cultivation of a Martial Saint, rushed towards the group of powerful figures at Little Sumeru Mountain.

She knew nothing of the pride of the strong or the virtue of martial arts. She bullied the weak and beat a group of novices to pieces. Each of her kicks could kill a Buddhist master. Seeing their disciples being brutally defeated, the two monks were furious.

"Chen Futu! The Sea of ​​Suffering will not let you go!"

The two monks also began to consider retreating. Now that Xiaobai and Xuanyuan Hongteng had made their move, along with Chen Futu, they were doomed.

Moreover, the Buddhist disciple had already fled at some point. Seeing that only other disciples remained at the scene, the two exchanged glances, made up their minds, and turned to leave.

"They're all trying to run away, doesn't Xiaobai have any dignity?!"

Now that Xiaobai has become a little clever, she secretly watched the two monks and, seeing them run away, she escaped from the battlefield below and blocked their path.

The two monks, one on the left and one on the right, transformed into streaks of light and continued their journey.

"We can't leave now, so leave the relics behind."

Chen Futu unleashed the wordless stele, knocking Wuxiang down. Xiaobai then caught up with Wuwo, grabbed the latter's leg, and slammed him hard from the sky onto the oasis.

Boom!

Xiao Bai underestimated his own strength. This fall caused Wu Wo's body to crack and his bones and flesh to shatter.

"Junior brother!"

Wu Xiang screamed in terror, looking at Chen Futu and Xiao Bai with fear.