NOVPUB"I must move swiftly, lest these Cultivators escape and bring about calamity!"
The large iron ladle vanished swiftly, and just as suddenly reappeared hovering over the head of a Jin Nascent Soul Cultivator, crashing down heavily!
The Cultivator’s heavenly spirit’s cover shattered in an instant, and his soul drifted into oblivion.
"Martial Nephew Yuan!"
The Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Longevity Sect couldn’t help but show their grief.
The Pot Stove God raised a hand and beckoned.
The large iron ladle appeared in His palm, the bloodied base brought to His lips, His tongue licked the base once, and He couldn’t help but reveal a contented expression.
"It’s truly satisfying!"
"Don’t be hasty, one at a time!"
He suddenly understood why the Jackal-headed God and Bag God were moving so slowly.
The extreme fear He had sensed from the elders of these human Cultivators was now being unleashed upon these Cultivators themselves.
This gave Him both the pleasure of ultimate revenge and a strong sense of security from neutralizing potential threats.
Even as a Deity, He was not immune to these emotions.
After all, He was merely a third-level god, with incomplete divinity.
"Hmph... steady now, that Qiu Zhongqiu, kill him first, then one by one!"
The Pot Stove God’s gaze swept over to a middle-aged Cultivator not far away, skillfully holding an octagonal box, effortlessly decapitating opponents amidst the attacks of the Incense Fire Dao Cultivators, a flash of cold light in His eyes.
Then, He silently flew towards the middle-aged Cultivator.
Simultaneously, the large iron ladle silently materialized over the head of that middle-aged Cultivator.
"Guardian Qu!"
Ling Weizi, Hu Zaixi, and others in the crowd noticed this scene, and immediately couldn’t help but cry out loudly in warning.
"Shut up!" 𝖓𝔬𝖛𝔭𝔲𝖇.𝔠𝔬𝖒
The Jackal-headed God snorted coldly, the moonlight in midair falling on a certain Cultivator.
Qiu Zhongqiu detected the danger, his expression changed sharply, and he swiftly raised the octagonal box over his head, before rapidly dodging!
The large iron ladle immediately missed its mark, hanging in place, vibrating incessantly.
"Hmm? This box is somewhat peculiar..."
The Pot Stove God no longer concealed Himself, and hurriedly accelerated towards Qiu Zhongqiu below.
The large iron ladle disappeared from its place and reemerged in His hand.
In His eyes, it was as if He had already seen the opponent’s head split open by His ladle, brains bursting, the soul completely obliterated, and He couldn’t help but reveal a smug smile on His deformed face from the pressure above.
But at that moment.
In the space between Him and Qiu Zhongqiu, a disturbance suddenly emerged, and quickly unfolded!
It turned into a dark gate.
"A Teleportation Array?!"
Surprise flashed through the Pot Stove God’s mind but was fleeting. Soon after, a look of joy and anticipation appeared on His face:
"Immortal Ascension is over, the more Nascent Soul Cultivators the better!"
"Watch me decapitate them one by one!"
In the next instant.
Under His suddenly widened gaze.
Amid the panicked, anxious, and astonished eyes of the surrounding Cultivators.
A blade light of extreme brilliance, as if to cleave the heavens and earth itself, silently slashed out from the Teleportation Array!
Like cutting through tofu, it silently sliced vertically through the Pot Stove God’s body.
Within the blade light, a subtle hue of crimson, not easily noticeable, also quietly vanished.
Then.
In the sky, blood rained down, a shadow resembling a pot over His head rose and then swiftly dissipated...
"The Pot Stove God... dead, dead?"
The Jackal-headed God and the Bag God stared in a daze at the Pot Stove God’s body that was now split into two.
Not far away, the other Evil Gods, too, stopped their actions in shock.
Guan Ao and Qiu Zhongqiu both felt a mix of shock, joy, and concern, turning their gazes towards the Teleportation Array.
"Which Elder is still alive?"
"But such an action... I’m afraid it will..."
A foot stepped out of the Teleportation Array.
Then finally, a figure of a young Cultivator, with his face and form revealed.
Dressed in a light yellow robe, his face calm, his gaze tenderly swept over Ling Weizi and Hu Zaixi, the Ice Daoist, then lifted his head.
Tenderness turned to indifference, sweeping across the few Evil Gods before Him.
And upon seeing his figure.
Whether it was Qiu Zhongqiu, Guan Ao, or those like Ling Weizi and Hu Zaixi not far away, all displayed looks of astonishment:
"This... the Chief Division Master?"
"Martial Nephew Wang?!"
