The Xuan Yuan One Qi Barrier-Clearing Divine Thunder was a single-use magical artifact, secretly manufactured by Little Daoist Zhang’s sect, possessing destructive power equivalent to the full might of a high-tier Jupiter-level combatant. The scroll that André and numerous clergy members crushed sealed the Church’s fifth-level defensive divine art, which offered protection also rated at the Jupiter level. However, with more than a dozen defensive divine arts arrayed to shield hundreds of Church affiliates, the defensive power was significantly diluted when distributed among them.

With a resounding explosion, twenty-three consecutive purple lightning bolts shattered the combined white light mass formed by the dozen or so divine arts. The final ten bolts hurtled down upon the Church Knights, who were encased like walking tin cans. Hundreds of Church Knights simultaneously raised their longswords, shouting the holy name of the Lord. Streams of white sacred light erupted from their bodies, fearlessly meeting the descending thunder from the sky. A brilliant white light flared from the armor of every knight, and a palm-sized cross, condensed from holy light, materialized on each chest. The surging holy power vibrated the surrounding rock strata, causing it to shatter inch by inch, as deep fissures spread relentlessly through the valley. That tranquil pine forest vanished into nothingness under the intense radiance.

Suddenly, several dozen Church Knights had large gouts of blood erupt from their waists. The abrupt, agonizing pain instantly stripped these knights of all ability to resist. The holy light crosses on their chests collapsed, the holy radiance around them disintegrated, and the defensive formations just activated on their armor shattered. Ten purple lightning strikes crashed down upon them. Dozens of Church Knights became entangled by fine purple electrical currents; their silver armor was melted by the potent electricity, their bodies carbonized, emitting a thick smell of scorching.

"What a formidable item!" Gu Xichen stared at the two remaining Xuan Yuan One Qi Barrier-Clearing Divine Thunders in Little Daoist Zhang's hand. Squinting, Gu Xichen suddenly pointed at Little Daoist Zhang and bellowed, "Great Lord, look at these wicked sinners! They dare to harm Your loyal servants! Great Lord, unleash Your divine wrath and shatter these two defiling blasphemers!"

Bishop André, momentarily stunned by Little Daoist Zhang’s fierce counterattack, snapped back to awareness. Clasping the pure silver cross at his chest with both hands, he looked up to the heavens and roared, "Great Lord, inflict judgment upon these impure sinners! Before Your all-encompassing glory, all evil is destined to be utterly eradicated!"

As Bishop André shrieked, the pure silver cross on his chest suddenly burst forth with blinding silver light. Amidst a grating 'clang,' the cross on Bishop André's chest gradually elongated, slowly transforming into a bizarrely shaped greatsword cross. Intense silver light enveloped the greatsword cross, and ribbons of flame-like silver light continuously spewed forth from within the blade, flowing from Bishop André's arms and gradually enveloping his entire body.

With a soft 'swish' sound, a triple-nested, rose-shaped magic circle with a diameter extending over three meters slowly unfolded beneath André’s feet.

A thumb-sized rhombic crystal slowly squeezed out from André’s brow, and a unique mental fluctuation characteristic of a Boundary Master enveloped the entire valley.

Gu Xichen glanced at André with surprise, his eyes shifting. He narrowed his gaze and sent a signal to Xin Jia in the distance. A mass of earthy-yellow vital energy surged out from beside Gu Xichen. Xin Jia nimbly shot out from underground. He squinted at André, his right hand tightly gripping the iron chain at his waist. Following Gu Xichen’s instruction, Xin Jia deftly and quietly slipped into a cluster of hanging Wisteria vines on the cliff face while everyone else’s attention was focused on André.

Ruhua struggled to part his lips, rasping out, "A, another Boundary Master! I, I hate Boundary Masters!"

"The Glory of the Lord shall not be infringed upon."

"All blasphemers shall face judgment."

"In the brilliance of the Divine, no anomaly shall be permitted to exist."

"Annihilate all heretics; the Lord's might covers the entire cosmos!"

Accompanied by lofty, utterly impersonal roars, five metallic golems, each three meters tall and cast entirely in silver emitting a fierce holy light, stepped out from behind André. These golems were entirely constructed of pure silver, inscribed all over with countless secret divine texts and runes of the Vatican Church. Powerful white lightning arcs crackled around them, the grating sound of electric arcs exploding never ceasing.

André’s body trembled slightly, and he roared in fury, "Little Daoist Zhang, I have had enough! You, you, you have killed so many of my followers; I will make you pay the price!"

Pointing a finger at Little Daoist Zhang, André bellowed, "Tear him to pieces for me!"

The five silver golems spread their arms, and dozens of thick, bowl-sized white lightning beams thundered toward Little Daoist Zhang. Little Daoist Zhang shrieked; a verdant light flashed from his legs, and vast bamboo leaves materialized out of thin air, enveloping him as he crossed the distance into the high sky in just a few steps. The white lightning beams scraped past the soles of Little Daoist Zhang’s boots. Amidst the colossal roaring, waves of heat washed over him. The entire cliff face behind Little Daoist Zhang was completely pulverized. The nearly thousand-meter-high cliff was gouged by the powerful lightning into a massive cavern, over three hundred meters deep and tens of meters in diameter.

"Mother who died countless years ago!" Ruhua flinched, screaming, "Zhang, hold on! I’m going to find reinforcements right now!"

Stamping his right foot on the ground, the majority of Ruhua’s body slipped into the earth with a hiss. Just as Ruhua was about to vanish entirely, and while Little Daoist Zhang was cursing his disloyalty in mid-air, the situation in the field suddenly changed drastically.

Hundreds of young disciples of the Asian Dao Alliance and nearly a thousand elite youths from the Pantheon League charged in from the valley entrance, hurling insults and blows at each other. The peach trees, millennia or even ten thousand years old, lining the path were blown to smithereens. Little Daoist Zhang, suspended in the air, felt his face twitch with heartache. Just as he was about to remind the Asian Dao Alliance disciples that these peach trees were rare treasures, an even greater upheaval occurred.

Spiritual fluctuations, not overwhelmingly powerful but exceedingly agile, surged out from all directions of the valley, like a surging tide rolling toward reefs isolated in the sea. Tens of thousands of spiritual fluctuations whistled and converged, finally manifesting as a single, overwhelmingly despair-inducing mental shockwave pressing down upon them.

Everyone in the valley—save for Gu Xichen, shielded by the Green Jade Dao Crown—felt their vision go black, as if a heavy ingot had been pressed onto their heart, as if a massive mountain was roaring down upon them. With continuous, booming sounds from underground, thick black vines, over a meter in diameter and of unknown length, tore through the rock strata and erupted from the earth. Covered in fine stinging barbs, these vines whipped around like monstrous serpents, sweeping indiscriminately toward everyone in the valley.

Three vines shot out directly from beneath Gu Xichen’s feet, carrying a dull, breaking-air sound, and slammed heavily toward Gu Xichen’s body.

Gu Xichen spun slightly, drawing his hands lightly around his body to slice the three vines into more than a dozen segments. Before the Ruyi Gloves, these vines, whose tensile strength was comparable to rebar, were utterly vulnerable.

With continuous 'clang, clang' sounds echoing around the valley, silver-white armed robots appeared on the cliffs surrounding the valley. As soon as they materialized, each robot aimed both arms toward the valley; every robot was equipped with a powerful multi-barreled rapid-fire energy cannon.

Innumerable wrist-thick energy beams swept across the entire valley. All flora and fauna within the valley instantly turned to ash the moment these robots began firing.

The affiliates of the Asian Dao Alliance, the Pantheon League, and the Church within the valley simultaneously cried out in alarm. They swiftly employed various methods to shield their comrades within powerful protective barriers. Regardless of the mountains collapsing outside or the hail of projectiles flying everywhere, the three factions remained entirely unmoved.

"They truly are the elite!"

Observing the performance of the three factions, Gu Xichen couldn't help but sigh with admiration. For this very scene, Gu Xichen had expended considerable effort to gather these groups together, meticulously designing this scenario. He hadn't expected the forcefully appearing Romans to fail to shake the foundations of the three factions.

"It needs to be more chaotic!"

His gaze swept over the valley, where the ground had been stripped away layer after layer by the dense energy beams. Gu Xichen finally set his target upon the personnel of the Church.

With a slight movement of his mind, Xin Jia, hidden within a cluster of vines, suddenly exhaled and violently pushed his hands toward several Church Knights enveloped in holy light.

With a whoosh, a massive, pitch-black stone several meters in diameter shot through the air following Xin Jia's gesture.

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