Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

martial arts field

Before they even entered the inner area, two groups of people confronted each other at the outer entrance.

On one side was the Daoist sect led by Zhang Chen.

Beside Zhang Chen were Ji Wensui with her arms crossed, Yang Wenzhen holding the Dao Sword, and a weary Zhang Wenliang.

Behind the Taoist sect stood the Eastern Emperor Bell, its chin held high, looking down on the Buddhist ancestral weapon.

Beside Donghuang Zhong was Qixing Sha, dressed in black with a neat and crisp appearance and his long black hair simply tied up.

Behind the two female warrior spirits, the Thunder Gang Sword and the Demon-Slaying Sword were also eager to strike, while at the very back, the Supreme Yang Sword and the Pure Yang Whip protected the statues of the Three Pure Ones.

The sheer power and influence of the Taoist sect inspires awe and fear.

The Buddhist sect on the other side was equally impressive, with the three patriarchs of the Vajra Temple, the two martial masters of Shaolin, and the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda on the side.

Although the Buddhist sects were not entirely united, their fighting strength was still considerable. Moreover, because of the Taoist sects, the Vajra Temple temporarily set aside its grudges with Shaolin.

Compared to internal strife, the Buddhist Three Patriarchs' weapons fought with the Taoist sect for nearly a thousand years. Apart from the Heavenly Dragon Staff having some unclear composition, the remaining Vajra Pestle also contained pure relics, which greatly displeased the Taoist sect.

As for why the composition of the Heavenly Dragon Staff is unknown, we'll have to ask that person in the Heavenly Palace.

"So young, yet with such a big nose," Zhichun Relic stepped forward, his tone mocking.

"What do you mean?" Yang Wenzhen asked, frowning.

"A bunch of Taoist priests, all they're missing is a golden ring, moo~ moo~" The Pure Relic's words were full of malice.

"What did you say?!" Donghuang Zhong roared in anger.

Meanwhile, Vajra Pestle felt comfortable with Hui. Although the Pure Relic's little mouth wasn't very clean, it was still quite pleasant to hear when it was unclean in front of outsiders.

"Did I say something wrong? I'm not a bald monk, but you guys are really Taoist priests." Zhichun Relic spread his hands, looking like he was telling the truth.

Liao Hui felt uncomfortable after hearing the words "pure relic".

This is the purest relic; even when striking a powerful blow against an enemy, it will not forget to bring its teammates along.

"Kid, she said we're Taoist priests." Donghuang Zhong, the leader, looked at the suddenly appearing figure, shifted his gaze, and complained to Li Junsu.

After learning about Li Junsu's achievements, Donghuang Zhong found Li Junsu even more pleasing to the eye.

Now that the people from the imperial court have appeared, she doesn't mind filing a complaint.

As Donghuang Zhong finished speaking, the attention of both Daoist and Buddhist forces shifted to him.

Bai Xingling felt a chill run down her spine. These people were all Martial Venerables. If they were to reveal their trump cards in the capital, they could very well raze the capital to the ground.

Even Sizi, who was clapping and waiting to watch the show, stopped what she was doing, turned over, and looked at her older brother.

She really wanted to help the older brother.

Bai Xingling subconsciously shifted her feet and hid behind Li Junsu.

If it were just her alone, she wouldn't mind risking it, but with Li Junsu around, she instinctively hid behind the person in front of her.

Bai Xingling has absolute trust in Li Junsu.

Just like when facing Qingqiu Ran, the killing god in front of him remained completely calm.

With Li Junsu by her side, Bai Xingling felt much weaker.

But she felt it was fine this way.

"Itchy skin?"

The casual tone and somewhat arrogant words interrupted Bai Xingling's thoughts.

Bai Xingling looked up and saw the Pure Relic shrink back.

The purest relic is indeed somewhat afraid of Tian Geng, or rather... Li Junsu.

Other heavenly soldiers, such as those from the Six Doors, told the Demon Suppression Tower that they would turn her into relic powder; that was just crazy talk born of anger.

Once these fools realize they can't do anything to them, they'll forget about it.

But Li Junsu is different. If he wanted to turn himself into a relic powder, he would definitely do so as long as the opportunity arose.

Just like the Jade Emperor, except the Jade Emperor doesn't make threats. If he wants you dead, he'll announce it and then slap you to death.

The purest relics can see into a person's heart, and Li Junsu's heart was as calm and undisturbed as the Jade Emperor's.

Such people are the most terrifying when they harbor murderous intent.

The field fell silent, and even the Eastern Emperor Bell was stunned for a moment.

When Li Junsu spoke, the Pure Relic actually backed down?

"This competition is what you wanted—fair and just. Whatever grudges you have, let's settle them in the ring."

"Can you understand?"

Li Junsu spoke very calmly, and everyone present heard him clearly.

"Understood," the Pure Relic said, unusually showing its support.

"Thank you for your trouble, Marquis Wu'an," Zhang Chen said, cupping his hands in greeting.

Zhang Chen knew that the Marquis of Wu'an in front of him represented the majesty of the Great Qian Dynasty.

"But the Emperor couldn't possibly have been unaware of the Marquis of Wu'an's imposing presence..."

While Zhang Chen was pondering, Liao Hui on the other side also cupped her hands in greeting.

"Thank you for upholding justice, Great Qian." Liao Hui's tone was very calm, but her eyes held a deep murderous intent.

Both he and Zhang Chen saw it—the ferocious and arrogant...phantom of the evil dragon.

This is Li Junsu's imposing presence.

Zhang Chen had no idea about being an unparalleled genius.

But Liao Hui, thinking about the grudges between Shaolin and Li Junsu, lost her appetite.

"I'm late?"

As everyone pondered, black mist appeared.

As soon as Xing Sha appeared, his eyes immediately locked onto Hui.

"What did you do? The abbot of Shaolin Temple wants to kill you."

Xing Sha transmitted his voice to Li Junsu, somewhat curious.

Liao Hui is a well-known old turtle, how did Li Junsu manage to do that?

"I've got it." Li Junsu's reply made Xing Sha silently mourn for Hui.

Li Junsu was not surprised; his feud with Shaolin would only deepen.

"I wish you success." Then Li Junsu looked at the Heavenly Dragon Staff and the Vajra Pestle, and said with his hands clasped.

Donghuang Zhong's initial smugness vanished instantly.

"What's going on?" Donghuang Zhong asked Zhang Chen telepathically.

"You're still a loyal friend." Before the Taoist sect could even finish their explanation, Tianlongzhang breathed a sigh of relief and replied casually.

"It's not just about loyalty; thank you for your trust." Li Junsu shook his head and then said.

The Buddhist patriarchs promised to help out when fighting the Western Regions Tantric sect, so they can't afford to be disloyal.

"Remember to reserve a spot in the offering hall." Vajra Pestle suddenly spoke, noticing the silence of the Taoist ancestral weapon.

"Definitely." This time it wasn't Li Junsu, but Xing Sha who seriously agreed.

The Buddhist ancestral weapon is quite powerful and deserves respect.

"Buddhist relics have become imperial offerings?" Donghuang Zhong asked incredulously from the other side.

Zhang Chen felt his head buzzing.

"You guys are really incompetent. Going back, there wasn't a single Buddhist soldier who had the chance to be worshipped. You sealed off the mountain and this is what you produced?" Donghuang Zhong scolded.

"Go inside, everyone. The competition is about to begin." Xing Sha's voice rang out, and then he led the way into the inner arena.

The Buddhist ancestral soldier followed arrogantly, while Zhang Chen listened to the Taoist ancestral soldier's chanting and followed with some regret.

He had initially thought that he wouldn't affect the Great Qian Dynasty, but he didn't expect to miss such an opportunity.

He didn't realize it either, thinking that his family's ancestral weapons shouldn't be interested in the imperial offerings.

Looking back now, having the title of being worshipped must have made things much easier.

Unlike Shaolin, the Taoist sects did not harbor any resentment towards the imperial court.

Li Junsu raised an eyebrow as he looked at the Six Doors soldier spirit beside him.

"Aren't you going to participate in the battle for supremacy?" Li Junsu asked casually, looking at the salted fish spirit.

“Yes.” The Six Doors were somewhat surprised, then nodded.

She hadn't expected Li Junsu to know her so well.