The moment they heard these words, the faces of all the gods of Daxia present changed at the same time.

Turbulent waves of divine power surged out from them, terrifying divine might descended, and their eyes glared at Andre in the center of the venue, as if flames were burning in their eyes.

The Four Heavenly Emperors, the Twelve Golden Immortals, and many powerful men present frowned. Even the Queen Mother of the West, who was sitting on the main throne, had cold eyes.

"How can a mere mortal be so arrogant?"

"How dare you, a ridiculous Western scoundrel, speak so arrogantly here?"

"Ridiculous! Ridiculous!"

"You ignorant rat, you deserve to be struck by five thunderbolts!"

"My Queen Mother, I am Taiyi, and I am willing to kill this beast for you!"

"Marshal Tianyou, I am willing to kill this beast for the queen!"

“…”

Several hot-tempered Great Xia gods slammed the table and stood up. They were about to say something, but when they remembered that this was the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Birthday Banquet, they hesitated for a moment and then slowly sat down. They all looked at the Queen Mother of the West in the center, as if to seek her opinion.

At the Peach Festival, no matter what status a deity has, no one is allowed to act without the consent of the Queen Mother of the West. This is the rule.

Bang--!

A burst of sound came from beside Lin Qiye.

Yang Jian held the broken pieces of the jade plate tightly in his right hand, his eyes fixed on Andre in the meeting hall, his cold eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"Where did this bastard come from? How dare you be so arrogant?" Nezha suddenly stood up from his seat, stretched out his hand in the void, and a fiery red spear appeared in his hand, "Do you really think that there is no one in my Great Xia?!"

"Stop." Yang Jian shouted to Nezha.

"Yang Jian, can you tolerate this?"

"This is the Peach Festival. You can't just do whatever you want. Everything depends on the Queen Mother's instructions." Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and glanced at Lin Qiye.

"Besides... like Lin Qiye, he does not exist in this time and space. We are just silhouettes now. Even if we attack, we cannot cause any harm to him."

Lin Qiye looked at the extremely arrogant Andre, his eyes becoming colder.

He knew that the reason why Andre dared to do this was that he was certain that in this space-time silhouette of Kunlun Xu, the Great Xia God could not attack him.

So far, the only ones suspected to have physical bodies are the maids who entered the door, but they are not gods after all, and their cultivation level is not much different from Lin Qiye's.

In Lin Qiye's eyes, Andre's current behavior was like a bitch trying to flirt with a caged tiger. He only dared to mock and provoke by relying on the power of the iron cage... Looking at that arrogant face, Lin Qiye felt murderous in his heart.

Lin Qiye knew clearly in his heart that the gods of Daxia must not take action in this Peach Banquet. Once they took action, not only would they fail to hurt Andre, but they would also damage their own morale.

He could already imagine what kind of disgusting face Andre would have when the gods of Daxia were furious and could do nothing to him.

Even if he knew that what existed here were just a group of illusory silhouettes of the Great Xia God, he absolutely could not accept it.

A hundred years ago, the gods of Daxia had abandoned their cultivation and fallen into reincarnation for the sake of the people of Daxia. How could he possibly watch them being humiliated?

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, a hint of murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and he slowly stood up from his seat.

"What do you want to do?" Yang Jian frowned when he saw him stand up.

"You can't do anything." Lin Qiye said calmly, "I'll go kill him."

"You are not at a high enough level."

"If it's not enough, we have to kill him." Lin Qiye stepped over the stone table and said calmly, "Some things... cannot be compromised."

Hearing this, Yang Jian's eyes narrowed and he remained silent for a moment.

"What are your chances of winning against him?"

"If it were just me, it would be less than 20%, but..."

There was an imperceptible gleam of light in Lin Qiye's eyes.

He walked to the side of the venue, clasped his hands together, bowed respectfully to the Queen Mother of the West who was sitting on the main seat of the venue, and spoke loudly:

"I, the mortal Lin Qiye, am willing to kill this beast for the queen."

Amid the calls for battle from the gods of Daxia, Queen Mother of the West's gaze fell directly on Lin Qiye, and a smile flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"That's great." She said slowly, "Lin Qiye, if you kill this beast for me, I will have a reward."

Hearing these words, many Great Xia gods present turned to look at Lin Qiye at the back, all with a look of surprise.

When Lin Qiye entered the venue just now, the gods of Daxia had already noticed him due to his special master. However, his realm was too low, even worse than the arrogant Western villain at the venue. The gods couldn't help but feel puzzled. Why did the Queen choose him to fight?

However, since the Queen Mother of the West had issued the order herself, they had no objection and returned to their seats and sat down quietly.

Seeing that Queen Mother of the West agreed, Lin Qiye breathed a sigh of relief. Under the gaze of the gods of Daxia, he walked to the center of the venue and stood opposite Andre.

“It’s you? You’ve come in here too?” Andre was startled when he saw Lin Qiye, then he sneered and said, “Don’t tell me you want to stand up for this group of phantoms and fight me here?

Are you crazy?

It is too stupid to play house with these old ghosts who have been dead for who knows how many years and risk your life. "

"Who do you think you are?" Lin Qiye sneered, "You are just a clown who dares to jump in front of the phantom... If you really stood in front of any of the gods of Daxia, would you dare to say a word?"

Andre's eyes turned cold.

"You are seeking death, so I will grant your wish." Under Andre's feet, a huge eye of the earth opened instantly, and the black and red colors reflected his face. A murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"No one can help you here."

He stretched out his hand and shook it from a distance towards Lin Qiye!

Lin Qiye closed his eyes calmly.

…

Asylum of the Gods.

The passionate battle music echoed in the courtyard.

Braki stood outside the courtyard, wearing a passionate dark red Western-style dress, holding a harp in his hands, plucking it rapidly, his eyes closed, as if he was completely intoxicated by the battle music.

At the same time, two figures collided rapidly in the air, and a surging wave of divine power swept out.

At this moment, a hand gently rested on Braki's shoulder. The latter was slightly startled and looked back.

A figure in a white coat was standing quietly behind him.

"Stop, Braki." Lin Qiye stared at the battlefield in the yard and spoke expressionlessly.

Braki blinked and soon stopped the music.

The battle music stopped abruptly. Sun Wukong and Jimegarsh, who were fighting fiercely in the courtyard, frowned at the same time. Just as their fists were about to fly into the air, a white shadow suddenly appeared and stood between them.

A pair of hands caught the fists of Sun Wukong and Jigmegarsh at the same time.

The wind from the fists whistled, making the white coat rustle. Lin Qiye stood between the two and smiled at them apologetically.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your fight, but the situation is really urgent now..."

He turned his head and looked at Sun Wukong standing on the side, with a complex look in his eyes.

He held out his hands and clasped them together, then spoke in an extremely solemn tone:

"Lin Qiye, a citizen of Daxia, asks the Great Sage Equaling Heaven to come out of seclusion."