Wen Zhong's eyes flashed with cold light as he said in a low voice, "Why do you disciples of the Chan Sect kill my disciples of the Jie Sect without cause, showing no regard for the wishes of the Three Pure Ones?"

Muzha harbored resentment over the death of his elder brother Jinzha. Even though the murderer was dead, he still said fiercely, "The disciples of the Jie Sect are all rare talents. How can they be ranked alongside us as members of the Three Pure Ones? We are deeply ashamed." He then burst into maniacal laughter.

Xiao Sheng was furious when he saw a mere Golden Immortal insulting his sect. He shouted in a cold voice, "Where did this brat come from, daring to insult my Jie Sect? You deserve to die! Quickly state your names, and I will take your dog lives!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Zha flew into a rage and roared, "Where did this mad dog in red come from, barking and disturbing my peace? Listen up, I am Mu Zha, disciple of the Immortal Puxian of Baihe Cave in Jiugong Mountain!" With that, he brandished the Wu Hook Divine Sword in his hand and pounced straight at Xiao Sheng.

Seeing that Muzha had fallen for Xiao Sheng's provocation and was fighting alone, Shen Gongbao immediately shouted, "Muzha, don't be reckless!"

Seeing his second brother, Muzha, rushing towards Xiao Sheng like a madman despite Uncle Shen's calls, Nezha was greatly alarmed. Suddenly, two halos of light, one blue and one red, appeared beneath his feet—the Wind and Fire Wheels. Nezha brandished his rocket gun and charged straight at Xiao Sheng, shouting, "Second brother, retreat quickly! That person is at least a mid-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal!" He tried to stop his second brother, Muzha.

Upon hearing his third brother's words, Mu Zha was immediately shocked, his face turning deathly pale. In a flash, the Great Luo Golden Immortal suddenly retreated several feet, trying to dodge Xiao Sheng's attack.

Xiao Sheng was furious to see that Mu Zha, a mere early-stage Golden Immortal, dared to defy him. He roared, "Mu Zha, you brat, how dare you insult me! Die!" With that, he tossed something into his hand. A white light flashed and landed directly on the Wu Hook Divine Sword. Mu Zha felt as if a thousand-foot-tall mountain had fallen on his sword, causing it to become incredibly heavy. The Wu Hook Divine Sword slipped from his grasp and drifted towards Xiao Sheng. Mu Zha was shocked. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the object was about the size of a copper coin, emitting a faint yellow light. It had two small, crystal-clear wings on it—the Treasure-Losing Coin, capable of dropping all kinds of treasures.

Xiao Sheng laughed heartily, his left hand flashing out to grasp the hilt of the divine sword. A massive amount of magical power surged in, suppressing the still writhing divine sword. He roared, "Mu Zha brat, I'll spare your life!" With that, he tossed out the Mu Zha Wu Hook Divine Sword.

Seeing his divine sword, carrying countless sharp sword energies, hurtling straight towards his chest, Mu Zha was immediately alarmed. He hurriedly chanted incantations, his fingers flying like the wind, his hand seals flying rapidly, hoping to regain control of the divine sword. However, the restriction imposed by a mid-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal was not so easily broken. Seeing that the divine sword was not obeying his commands, Mu Zha immediately flashed away, intending to run backward. Just as he circulated his magic power, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and a dazzling, beautiful flower of blood spurted from his chest. Mu Zha's left hand gripped the divine sword tightly, his stiff right arm pointing straight at Xiao Sheng, and he cried out in agony, "You, you..." As he cried out, he fell backward to the ground, seemingly lifeless.

Enraged, Nezha roared, "You scoundrel! How dare you take my second brother's life! I'll take yours!" With that, the rocket gun in his hand suddenly shot out a tongue of fire that was ten feet long, aiming straight for Xiao Sheng's head.

Seeing Nezha charging fiercely towards him, Xiao Sheng let out a long roar and raised his hand, unleashing another beam of white light. A copper coin with a pair of small, transparent, fleshy wings gently flapped its delicate wings, transforming into a streak of white light that instantly landed on the tip of the rocket gun. Nezha's wrist suddenly sank, unable to control the rocket gun he had so meticulously refined. Startled, Nezha released the gun and retreated rapidly.

When Nezha saw that his rocket gun had been taken away, he was furious. He took the Qiankun Ring from his neck, raised his hand and waved it. The Qiankun Ring spun around and smashed straight at Xiao Shengtian's spirit.

Xiao Sheng smiled disdainfully, and with a wave of his hand, the Treasure-Falling Coin struck again, and the Universe Ring was retrieved once more.

Nezha attacked several times, but failed each time. His face turned red with anger, and he shouted fiercely, "Fellow Daoist, today's humiliation..." Before he could finish speaking, a furious voice rang out, "Fellow Daoist, you have a treasure, but I wonder if it can withstand the treasure mirror in my hand." As he spoke, he made a feint with his right hand, and an ancient treasure mirror emerged from his palm. It was the Yin-Yang Mirror, which was known as the mirror that could determine life and death.

[5 The End of the Primordial Era: The Consecration of Gods]

156 Chapters, 136? The Red Essence Child Emerges? Xiao Sheng Dies

Xiao Sheng intervened, killing Mu Zha. With the help of the Falling Treasure Coin, he repeatedly defeated Nezha. Enraged, he unleashed the Yin-Yang Mirror. Falling Treasure Coin vs. Yin-Yang Mirror: who is stronger?

Upon first hearing the name Yin-Yang Mirror, Xiao Sheng was filled with terror and cried out repeatedly, "Yin-Yang Mirror, Yin-Yang Mirror!" Just then, a chilling white light ripped through space and shot towards his crown. He immediately said hatefully, "Yin Hong is courting death!" As he spoke, Cao Bao transformed into a wisp of green smoke and merged into Xiao Sheng's body. Instantly, Xiao Sheng's aura surged, and a massive quasi-saint level pressure swept over Yin Hong. In a flash, he was already a thousand feet away, and the deathly white light shot from the Yin-Yang Mirror missed its target.

Seeing Xiao Sheng's overwhelming aura, Yin Hong felt a fine sweat trickle down his cheeks. His right arm was unable to move under the pressure of Xiao Sheng's aura, and he could no longer use the Yin-Yang Mirror to subdue his enemy. Yin Hong shouted angrily, "Xiao Sheng, why do you, a Quasi-Saint, have to make things difficult for us mere Golden Immortals? Aren't you afraid of tarnishing your reputation?"

Xiao Sheng chuckled lightly, then said coldly and ruthlessly, "Quasi-Saint, Quasi-Saint, if the Yin-Yang Mirror weren't so powerful, why would I need to expose my true strength? It's all because of you, you truly deserve to die." As he spoke, he pointed his right arm to the sky, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a ten-mile radius rapidly gathered towards Xiao Sheng's right arm. A few breaths later, a divine sword over ten feet long, radiating a terrifying aura, condensed on Xiao Sheng's right arm. Xiao Sheng curled his lips, and his right arm slashed down like lightning. Instantly, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a hundred miles radius flew rapidly towards the giant sword, and in an instant, the ten-foot-long divine sword suddenly became a thousand feet long, slashing towards Yin Hongtian's spirit.

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