"Kuh!"
Having numerous talismans pasted onto his body, along with the coldness that is emanating from the frozen river's surface, Zhu Xu struggles in desperation to maintain his consciousness.
"Tch!"
With his limbs and neck bound by the specialized capturing ropes, Yang Hai clicks his tongue in frustration.
And rather quickly, more than five talismans are thrown onto him—causing his stance to turn unsteady.
.........
Amidst this chaos, Qing Ming Yang approaches the 15-meter statue of Lord Tian She Zi, while leading a group of practitioners along.
"Dammit, that Immortal, he intends to destroy the statue!"
"Someone stop them!"
Realizing what it is that Qing Ming Yang and his followers intend to do, the villagers look on with eyes of despair.
"..."
Looming a few meters above the statue's head, Qing Ming Yang comes to a stop, and remarks—
"Hmph, a foreign deity has no place in the Ling Yuan family's Leng Bing Realm. My fellow clansmen, let us destroy this statue, and let it be a lesson to these weapon spirits!"
"Agreed!"
"Hahaha!"
Booming laughter erupts from the practitioners, who are all in agreement with Qing Ming Yang's words.
.........
"..."
Stabbing her sword and umbrella into the ground, Xun Yu pants for air, as she looks in the direction of the statue with her forehead covered in sweat.
Laceration wounds covered Xun Yu's body from head to toe, and the upper portion of her white oni mask has been shattered—leaving only the portion that covers her mouth and nose intact.
"..."
In a similar state is Qing Yue, who feels like the daggers in her hands weigh as much as a fully loaded barbell each, but different from Xun Yu, she isn't too concerned with the statue.
"Xun Yu, focus on the Immortals near us! You can't afford to have your mind wander!"
"...Tch."
Currently, five practitioners dressed in bloodstained robes have surrounded them.
"..."
"..."
Faced with a similar situation are the members of the Ashen River Hall, along with Ye Chen and Li Xue.
.........
Basking in the cheers of the other practitioners, Qing Ming Yang raises his right hand, and—
"Watch as I-"
Just as Qing Ming Yang points to the 15-meter statue of Lord Tian She Zi—
*Boom!!!!!!!!!!* a colossal pillar of black and white radiance erupts from beneath the statue, and pierces into the high heavens—tearing the white clouds asunder!
"........."
With how close the pillar's edge had been to the tip of his index finger, Qing Ming Yang—who had been frightened into a state of silence has his face covered in cold sweat.
Different from Qing Ming Yang, who is still in a state of shock, the other practitioners looked to the former's back with evident awe in their eyes, as they remark—

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