377: Chapter 364 Extorting the Saint, the Western Religion Goes Bankrupt

Grandmaster Tongtian had endured this blood-deep hatred for countless Kalpas.

Originally, he had been taken back to Zixiao Palace by Dao Ancestor Hongjun and grounded, forbidden from interfering in worldly affairs.

But today, the commotion Lin Feng caused was simply too great!

The moment the God-Slayer Mode was activated, that power of rules which did not belong to the Great Desolation actually briefly shielded the Heavenly Dao's monitoring of the Saint.

This gave Grandmaster Tongtian a perfect "jailbreak" opportunity.

"Hahahaha! Little friend Lin Feng, well done! Splendidly fought! Watching from Zixiao Palace made this seat's hands itch with anticipation!"

Accompanied by wild laughter.

"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Four Killing Intent-filled sword lights of different colors tore through the sky and descended instantly.

These four swords were ancient and fierce, with Chaos Evil Qi swirling around their blades.

The first sword, Immortal-Slaying! Sharpness!

The second sword, Immortal-Slaughtering! Death!

The third sword, Immortal-Trapping! Chaos!

The fourth sword, Immortal-Exterminating! Extinction!

The Four Swords of the Immortal-Slaying!

Neither copper, nor iron, nor steel, they were once hidden beneath Mount Sumeru. Without the need for Yin and Yang's reversal to refine, how could they lack the sharpness tempered by water and fire?

"Immortal-Slaying Formation Map, descend!"

In the Void Realm, a massive formation map slowly descended, covering the entirety of Spirit Mountain.

In an instant, the Bodhi Vajra Formation that had originally trapped Lin Feng was shattered into pieces by this even more brutal and pure slaughtering Sword Qi.

"A good opportunity!"

Lin Feng's eyes lit up as he felt the pressure on him suddenly decrease.

"Old brother Tongtian, thanks! I, Lin Feng, will remember this favor!"

Lin Feng seized the chance, his back thrusters at full power, directly breaking through Jieyin's defensive circle.

"Little friend Lin Feng, no need to be polite!"

Although Grandmaster Tongtian's true body had not arrived (fearing Hongjun would find out too quickly), he was even more adept at controlling the four swords with his Divine Thought.

"These two old thieves bullied me too much back then, taking advantage of my lack of allies to gang up on me. Today the tables have turned; through your hands, little friend, give them a heavy beating for this seat! Beat them to death! If anything happens, this seat will take the responsibility for you!"

With the suppression of the Four Swords of the Immortal-Slaying, the situation reversed instantly.

The Immortal-Slaying Formation is claimed to be "unbreakable without four Saints." Now there were only two Saints, and Zhunti was heavily injured with his Magic Treasure broken.

This was simply like beating a dog behind closed doors!

"Jieyin, it felt pretty good trapping me just now, didn't it?"

Lin Feng teleported behind Jieyin; at this moment, Jieyin was busy fending off the attacks of the Immortal-Exterminating Sword and had no time to worry about anything else.

"Chaos · Heaven-Collapsing Elbow!"

Lin Feng slammed his elbow hard into the center of Jieyin's back.

"Bang!"

Daoist Jieyin was struck until he stumbled, the light of his Protective Golden Lotus dimming once more, almost falling off his Lotus Pedestal.

"Immortal-Slaying Sword Qi, strangle!"

Grandmaster Tongtian coordinated perfectly, as billions of strands of Sword Qi acted like a meat grinder, crazily shredding the protective divine light of the two Saints.

With Lin Feng, a humanoid dragon, delivering physical blows in front, and the great killing weapon of the Immortal-Slaying Formation outputting crazily from behind.

The two Saints of the West had never fought such a frustrating battle in their lives.

"Senior Brother! I can't hold on! My Golden Body is going to crack!" Zhunti's hair was disheveled and he was covered in blood, being chased and beaten by Lin Feng, looking nothing like a Saint anymore.

Jieyin's Face was also as pale as gold paper, a flicker of true despair flashing in his eyes. If they continued fighting, it would truly damage their foundation.

"Lin Feng! Tongtian! Stop! Stop fighting!"

Jieyin no longer cared about Face and shouted loudly:

"We admit defeat! We admit defeat! We accept the consequences!"

...

"Admit defeat?"

Lin Feng hovered in mid-air, surrounded by the four Killing Intent-filled fierce swords. The red light on his God-Slaying Armor flashed rapidly, a final warning that his energy was about to be exhausted.

[Time Remaining: 30 seconds.]

Although time was running out and Lin Feng was at the end of his rope, the expression on his Face was more arrogant than anyone's.

He stepped on Zhunti's old Face, which had only been half-repaired and was still stained with blood, while his hand condensed the final "Collapse Particle Cannon," the dark barrel pressed directly against Daoist Jieyin's forehead.

The particle cannon hummed, seemingly ready to fire at any second.

"If admitting defeat worked, what would we need the police for?"

Lin Feng sneered, his tone full of disdain. "Didn't you just call me an ant? Didn't you want to wipe me out on behalf of the Heavenly Dao? What, does it hurt now? You want to beg for mercy?"

"Little friend... no, Fellow Daoist! Let's talk this through! Please don't be impulsive!"

Daoist Jieyin looked at the Immortal-Slaying Sword Qi ready to strangle them at any moment and felt the destructive energy fluctuations at his forehead; he completely cowered.

Although Saints are immortal, if their Physical Body is destroyed and their Primordial Spirit is sealed in the Immortal-Slaying Formation for billions of years, being constantly worn down by this damn System, how is that different from being dead?

Moreover, the Western Sect's Luck had already fallen to the bottom; if they kept fighting, their orthodoxy would truly be gone.

"We are willing to compensate! We are willing to resolve the Karma! As long as Fellow Daoist stays your hand!" Jieyin said through gritted teeth, every word sounding like it was squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Compensate?"

Lin Feng's eyes lit up. The System loved resources most. There was nothing money couldn't solve; if there was, it was because there wasn't enough money.

"Fine, since you are so sincere, I'll reluctantly name a price."

Lin Feng withdrew his foot from Zhunti's Face but still pointed the cannon at them. He extended his armor-clad hand and began calculating the debt with great ceremony.

"First, for the fight just now, my mental distress fee, lost wages, clothing damage fee, and the wear and tear on my armor—we have to count all that, right?"

"Second, although I've blown up your Spirit Mountain, I've taken a liking to this land. The Feng Shui is good, so I want it. In other words, from today on, Spirit Mountain belongs to me."

"Third..."

Lin Feng turned his head, his gaze crossing the ruins to point at the only surviving, shimmering golden pool behind the Great Leiyin Temple.

That was the Eight Treasure Karma Pool. The core where the Western Sect had collected faith and condensed Luck for countless years.

"I want eighty percent of the water in that pool."

"What?!"

Zhunti, who had been lying on the ground, heard this and shrieked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Eighty percent?! Why don't you just go and rob us?! That is the Karma Liquid my Western Sect has accumulated over countless Kalpas! It is the foundation for creating Golden Bodies and converting believers! If we give it to you, my Western Sect won't be able to recover for ten thousand years! Absolutely not! Giving ten percent is already the limit!"

"It seems you're still not convinced, and you still have the energy to haggle."

Lin Feng's eyes turned cold. Without any nonsense, he directly raised his foot and ground it down hard again.

"Crack."

Zhunti's newly healed bridge of the nose broke again. This time, it was even more thorough.

"Old brother Tongtian, do it! Chop off one of his hands!"

"Alright! This seat has been wanting to do that for a long time!"

Grandmaster Tongtian roared excitedly in the sky, and the Immortal-Trapping Sword turned into a streak of red light, heading straight for Zhunti's left arm.

"No!!!"

"We'll give it! We'll give it! Eighty percent it is!"

Jieyin's heart was bleeding, but he knew that the situation was stronger than the person. If he didn't agree, this madman really would dare to kill.

"Now that's more like it."