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The young Daoist Priest was about the same age as Lin Xing. He had a picturesque appearance and was wearing a green daoist robe. He held the buddhist dust in his hand and waved his hand. Immediately, a celestial spell was cast.

He released the aura of the Celestial Movement Stage, locking onto the three Heaven Smiting Stage Nether Realm cultivators. His immortal arts would release thunder and blades from time to time. Before long, the three people's bodies were charred black and revealed shocking bloody scars.

The three Dark Dwellers were tortured by him to the point of no return. Miserable cries of agony rang unceasingly.

The little Daoist looked at this scene in amusement. He gently stroked his sleeves and said with disdain, "You three little bastards actually dared to have any thoughts of me. Now you've taught me a lesson."

"Spare us! Dao Lord, spare us! We have taught you a lesson! Please spare our lowly lives!"

Even though the three of them were covered in wounds, their vitality was still very strong. Their faces were filled with pain and they were screaming.

The little Daoist waved a finger in front of his face and chuckled, "This is not enough to teach you a lesson. Since you've all come to deliver yourselves, today the path will act on behalf of the heavens."

As he finished speaking, he lifted his hand and three sharp blades shot out. They were as fast as lightning and dazzling.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Three voices sounded at the same time, and the screams of the three Dark Dwellers immediately came to a stop. Three gigantic heads were activated, and fresh blood sprayed into the sky from their severed necks.

Seeing this, many people in the crowd were shocked. This young Daoist was quite vicious, and was not much weaker than someone from the Ghost sect.

The next moment, the little Daoist let out a strong suction force from his left hand that sucked the three bloody heads into his palm. He looked at the three heads in front of him, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Martial Uncle Dai is filled with righteousness, hatred for evil, and hate for the people of the underworld. I came under the order of my teacher to celebrate his birthday, and I didn't bring much with me. I might as well use these three underworld heads as a congratulatory gift." The little Daoist said righteously.

When these words fell into Lin Xing's ears, his view of the world turned upside down. This was the first time he heard of using a person's head as a congratulatory gift. This little Daoist was truly strange.

"This old one is also a nether. Why don't you also cut off this old one's head?" A hoarse and cold voice rang out.

When the little Daoist heard this, he was stunned and turned to look at the old witch.

Suddenly, a wave of energy as heavy as a mountain descended, enveloping his entire body. This immediately caused his shoulders to feel extremely heavy, as if a mountain was pressing down on him. Cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

"Senior, Senior, even if I had the courage of the small path, I still wouldn't dare to have any thoughts about you. I will immediately help these three Dark Cultivators to improve their abilities. I hope that Senior will be magnanimous and ignore the small path."

After understanding that the old witch had a domain of cultivation, the little Daoist's face turned the color of a pig's liver. He immediately retracted his arrogant attitude and put on a fawning expression.

"You are from the Nine Yang Palace?"

Two lines of sharp fire shot out from the old witch's eyes and landed on the three people's heads. The three heads immediately turned into three fireballs. The little Daoist was shocked and he immediately threw the three fireballs onto the ground, burning them into ashes.

"That's right, that small path is the head disciple of the Nine Yang Palace, Yang Yun." The little Daoist replied respectfully.

Hearing this, Lin Xing, Cheng Chen, and the surrounding people all had surprised expressions on their faces. The Nine Yang Palace was a famous sect in the Heaven's End Great Land; it was ranked 23rd on the sect rankings.

As the head disciple of the Nine Yang Palace, the little Daoist Priest had an origin that could not be underestimated. Ordinary people would not dare to provoke him.

After announcing her name, the little Daoist couldn't help but have a proud expression on his face. So what if the old witch was a Domain Realm expert? Even if he was guaranteed, he still wouldn't dare to touch her.

No one dared to challenge the big sects on the sects' rankings. Even if it was the Cheng family that had eight hundred thousand li of territory, they still wouldn't be able to withstand that rage.

However, by his side, Lin Xing had obviously noticed that after the old witch had heard the exact answer, the hostility around her had increased by quite a bit.

This crazy woman was no ordinary person. She might be able to do something out of the ordinary. If the little Daoist saw her with the eyes of an ordinary person, he would definitely regret it.

"Old man, you want to kill that bunch of righteous brutes from your Nine Sun Palace."

A ruthless voice rang out and the old witch's figure disappeared into thin air. When she reappeared, she was on top of the little Daoist's head. Her five sharp black nails opened up and grabbed at the little Daoist.

The little Daoist's expression changed. He already had the power of the domain suppressing him, making it difficult for him to move his limbs. However, being able to sit as the head disciple of the Nine Yang Palace was clearly not an easy task.

He quickly made a counterattack, waving his buddhist dust vigorously. Dozens of sharp sword rays pierced through the air, shooting upwards. The sharp sounds made everyone's scalp tingle.

Clang clang!

The old witch disdainfully sneered. Her five black fingernails stretched out endlessly, retracting all the sharp blades that had shot at her. Holding them in her hands, she turned them into powder.

The little Daoist was slightly shocked. The dust turned into a sword and like a sword, it cleaved apart the power of the domain. He turned around and ran, not daring to stop for even a second.

"Where do you think you're going!"

The old witch roared as her five nails slashed through the air, causing several sharp objects to flash by. The little Daoist immediately flew backwards, his back was covered in blood.