Guan Kong sneered and with a flick of his whisk, a beam of innate Yin-Yang divine light swept out, instantly engulfing the disciples of the Human Sect present.
As soon as the divine light swept over them, their bodies vanished like bubbles.
As for their true spirits, most of them flew to the Conferred God Platform, while only a small portion of their true spirits went directly to reincarnation.
It seems that even among those who follow the Human Sect, not everyone is qualified to be listed on the Investiture of the Gods...
When the divine light of the Primordial Yin and Yang completely dissipated, there was no one left on the ground, not even a single corpse.
All that remained were countless magical treasures scattered across the ground.
For example, Xuan Du Dao Ren's Flame Banner and Qiankun Diagram were lying quietly on the ground, emitting a faint light.
However, in the next moment, all the magical treasures suddenly soared into the air, transforming into streaks of light that flew towards the Eight Views Palace.
Guan Kong held his whisk in his hands and watched this scene silently without intervening.
Now that she is a cult leader and a saint, she naturally wouldn't covet the spiritual treasures of these cult disciples...
The remaining disciples of the Human Sect were terrified, and figures like the Long-Browed Master all wore expressions of horror.
Seeing that Laozi was not there to protect them, they disregarded everything else and leaped up, scattering in all directions on their escape lights.
However, how could they escape from the saint before them?
Guan Kong did not get up to give chase. Instead, he calmly took out a Yuan Tu sword from his sleeve and tossed it lightly. The Yuan Tu sword immediately transformed into a dazzling sword light and sped away.
The sword light shot straight into the sky, swiftly traversing the void like lightning. Wherever it went, sword energy overflowed, the void shattered, blood splattered, and incomplete corpses fell from the sky one after another.
Before long, the sword light flew back and finally disappeared into Guan Kong's sleeve.
At this moment, the Long-Browed Master and the others who had previously fled had all been killed.
The Antarctic Immortal, his face ashen, stepped forward with a stiff upper lip and said, "Why must a sage be so ruthless as to exterminate them all!"
Guan Kong smiled lightly: "Your fate is thus, what can I, a sage, do?"
Upon hearing these words, the Old Man of the South Pole couldn't help but sigh deeply, feeling utterly hopeless.
He clearly realized that he had no other choice but to fight desperately, even if the final result was still death.
Because escaping was no longer a viable option, as evidenced by figures like Changmei Zhenren.
Faced with a saint-level being, running away is useless; one can never escape the pursuit of fate.
Even if one manages to escape once by sheer luck, it's impossible to evade the saint's pursuit forever.
Moreover, once you become the target of a saint, there is nowhere to escape, whether in heaven or on earth.
Therefore, the Old Man of the South Pole decisively abandoned all distracting thoughts, picked up his cane, and rushed towards Guan Kong without hesitation.
Guan Kong raised his finger and gently tapped it. With a crisp crack, the walking stick in the hands of the Antarctic Immortal broke in two.
When the Antarctic Immortal rushed in front of Guan Kong, Guan Kong swung his whisk and struck the Antarctic Immortal hard on the top of his head.
This blow was like a bolt from the blue. The Antarctic Immortal's body suddenly stiffened, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, his vitality rapidly vanished, and he collapsed limply to the ground.
"Senior brother!"
Upon seeing this, Guang Chengzi and the others' expressions changed drastically. They all cried out in grief and unleashed their magical treasures to bombard Guan Kong.
The Heaven-Turning Seal, the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, and other spiritual treasures rose into the sky together, radiating five-colored light, and finally crashed down into the sky with a powerful aura.
The void trembled continuously, as if a mirror were shattering inch by inch.
Before the group of magical treasures could land, Guan Kong raised his hand and pointed towards the sky.
A beam of celestial light shot into the sky, and with just one sweep, all the spiritual treasures dissipated their radiance and fell from mid-air.
The next instant, Guan Kong stepped forward and appeared in front of Guang Chengzi.
Guang Chengzi was startled and slashed down with his long sword, but Guan Kong easily deflected it with his whisk.
Guan Kong swung his whisk again, striking Guang Chengzi hard on the top of his head, producing a dull thud.
Guang Chengzi screamed in agony as a large dent appeared on the top of his head, and he collapsed, bleeding from all seven orifices.
Guan Kong ignored Guang Chengzi and slowly walked up to Yun Zhongzi.
Yun Zhongzi, known as the True Immortal of Fortune and Virtue of the Chan Sect, is now facing imminent calamity and is gripped by panic.
In a panic, he took several steps back.
However, he quickly came to his senses, and a flower basket suddenly appeared in his hand. He then swiftly lifted the brocade cloth covering the flower basket.
In an instant, a dazzling and colorful radiance shot straight into the sky.
It turns out that Yun Zhongzi was a master craftsman skilled in crafting magical artifacts, and this flower basket contained the spiritual treasures he had meticulously crafted over the years.
Most of them are counterfeit products made by imitating various spiritual treasures of the Chan Sect, such as counterfeit Fantian Seal and counterfeit Yin-Yang Mirror.
Although they are fakes, they are actually very exquisite and their power is not much less than that of the original.
Just then, as the brocade handkerchief was lifted, a group of magical treasures rose from the flower basket like a sudden storm, fiercely bombarding Guan Kong.
Guan Kong gently shook his head, then opened his left sleeve and easily collected all the flying magical treasures into his sleeve.
These magical treasures seemed to obey, obediently entering the sleeve.
Then, Guan Kong flicked his sleeve, and the magical treasures that had just been stored in his sleeve flew out again.
Moreover, they were extremely fast, like lightning, and arrived in front of Yun Zhongzi in an instant.
These magical treasures were all crafted by Yun Zhongzi himself, which is why he could use them with ease.
But at this moment, he felt a powerful force engulfing the magical treasure, causing him to lose control and his expression to change drastically.
However, because the two were too close, Yun Zhongzi had no way to dodge the sudden attack.
In the blink of an eye, he was hit squarely by his own magical treasure.
With a deafening roar, Yun Zhongzi's body exploded, scattering into countless fragments.
The magical treasures also lost their luster, fell to the ground, and became dull and lifeless.
The scene was extremely gruesome and chilling.
It's a pity that Yun Zhongzi was obsessed with refining magical treasures all his life; the number of magical treasures he created was countless.
Alas, if one is not a saint, one is but an ant.
Today, he too shall perish in his calamity.
The countless treasures that were once refined are no different from clods of dirt on the roadside in the eyes of a sage.
Guan Kong slowly stepped forward and came to stand before Taiyi Zhenren.
However, before Taiyi could make a move, Nezha jumped out from behind Taiyi, raised his Fire-Tipped Spear, and viciously stabbed at Guankong.
"You wicked woman! Die for me!"
At this critical moment of life and death, Nezha no longer cared whether the person in front of him was a saint or whether he would be impolite.
He immediately uttered vile words when he attacked...
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