Eat my hoe!
A thunderous roar rang out, echoing across the Western Spirit Mountain.
Qilin Old Ancestor Big Black Dog swung the Great Dao Artifact hoe, bringing it down at Old Zhunti's forehead with such force that it blotted out the sky, as though he intended to dig a hole in his head!
"Fuck!"
Saint Zhunti's eyelids twitched wildly. He instantly unleashed his Saint Dharma Form—a million-zhang manifestation holding the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in its left hand and the Six Roots Pure Bamboo in its right—meeting the attack with boundless Saint's Power.
Saint Jieyin was also shocked, immediately unleashing his strongest move to strike at the hoe.
"Jieyin the Old Man, your opponent is your Grandpa Jin!" The Dragon Ancestor suddenly appeared and threw a punch at Jieyin.
The Nine Golden Crows attacked together as well, their vast Heavenly Fire surging like an ocean as it swept toward Saint Jieyin!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The immense powers collided, and the overflowing energy crashed outward like a tsunami, instantly shattering the Western Spirit Mountain continent and reducing the void to chaos.
The entire Spirit Mountain was utterly destroyed!
"Who are you people?!"
Saint Zhunti flew into a rage, viciously smashing the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree toward Old Ancestor Qilin.
"Your grandpa! Hahahaha, take another one of your grandpa's hoes!" Old Ancestor Qilin's mouth was as sharp as ever. He swung the Great Dao Artifact hoe and dug at Junti again.
Boom!
The ten-thousand-zhang Dharma Form was actually shattered by a single swing of the hoe.
Saint Zhunti's hair stood on end and his scalp went numb. He hurriedly dodged aside, then struck at Old Ancestor Qilin again. "I will make sure you die without a burial place!"
"Tch! Old Zhunti, if you don't have a burial place, then your grandpa will show you some kindness and dig one for you right now!" Old Ancestor Qilin swung his hoe and dug at him once more.
After clashing twice, Saint Zhunti realized that there was something strange about the hoe—very strange!
That seemingly ordinary, aura-less hoe had actually destroyed even his Saint Dharma Form in a single strike!
Saint Zhunti no longer dared to meet it head-on and chose to avoid its edge.
"I dig, I dig, I dig, I dig, I dig..."
But once Old Ancestor Qilin gained the upper hand, he refused to let up.
He swung the hoe again and again at incredible speed, so fast that it became a blur like a wind-fire wheel. He looked exactly like an old farmer weeding his fields—and an unbelievably hardworking one at that!
"Fuck me!"
Saint Zhunti was furious. The man wielding the hoe was clearly far weaker than him, yet with that hoe in hand, he could neither fight nor resist. Instead, he was being chased all over the place. It was utterly humiliating.
This scene was witnessed by the great powers of the Primordial World, all of whom were aghast.
At Wuzhuang Temple, Great Immortal Zhenyuan, the Ancestor of Earth Immortals, could not stop his mouth from twitching.
What kind of ruthless lunatic was this, chasing Saint Zhunti around like that? This was fucking outrageous!
Netherworld Patriarch Minghe, watching from the Blood River, felt his blood boil with excitement. His face was filled with envy as he clenched his fists and said, "Fuck, when will I be able to chase a Saint around like that too?!"
Those who had once been bullied by Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin also secretly rejoiced.
Western Region, Spirit Mountain.
After chasing him in a huge circle and swinging the hoe thousands of times without hitting Saint Zhunti's big forehead, Old Ancestor Qilin was furious too.
He was clearly chasing Old Zhunti down and beating him, but the man was as slippery as a loach. His escape skills were first-rate, and Old Ancestor Qilin simply could not land a fatal blow.
There was still quite a gap between their strengths.
Seeing that the Grand Pure Saint, Primeval Lord of Heaven, Saint Nuwa, and the other Saints were about to arrive, Old Ancestor Qilin's face darkened. He shouted, "Big Goldfish, Big Black Bird, help me kill Old Zhunti first!"
Hearing this, the Dragon Ancestor and the Nine Ten Golden Crows withdrew from their entanglement with Saint Jieyin and darted toward Saint Zhunti to kill him like lightning.
They also knew that the Grand Pure Saint and the other Saints were about to arrive.
It was not yet time to expose themselves.
With a Dragon Ancestor at the Saint realm suddenly joining in, along with nine Ten Golden Crows at the half-Saint realm attacking with all their strength, Saint Zhunti's pressure soared. He could only divert his power to deal with the Dragon Ancestor and the others.
"Put some strength into it, Senior Hoe! I'm avenging my master's eldest grandson!"
Old Ancestor Qilin muttered to the hoe, then swung it heavily at Junti and roared, "I'll hoe you to death, you old bastard!"
Boom!
It was like an atomic bomb exploding.
Boundless mana surged in all directions like a tsunami.
The Grand Pure Saint, Primeval Lord of Heaven, and Saint Nuwa arrived just then.
And they happened to see a huge head flying high into the sky!
Like a golf ball, it had been knocked incredibly high and far by a single swing.
"My god! What is going on?!"
The sight before them left the Grand Pure Saint and Primeval Lord of Heaven stunned.
"Is that Saint Zhunti's head?!"
Nuwa's mouth fell wide open in shock.
Whoa!
Zhen Yuanzi leaped up in fright.
Saint Zhunti had actually had his head dug off by a single hoe strike!
That was fucking terrifying!
More than terrifying—it was simply horrifying.
A dignified Heavenly Dao Saint had actually come to such an end.
In the Netherworld, Empress Pingxin Houtu's expression changed drastically in shock.
A Saint—a Saint had actually had his head dug off with one swing of a hoe!
Fuck, who would believe that if it were told to them?!
Even when their Twelve Ancestral Witches set up the Great Heavenly Array, they had never been this formidable!
Yet the scene before them had truly happened!
Who was it?!
Who the hell was so awesome, so wild, so domineering, so cool?!
The great figures of the Primordial World were utterly shaken!
And in the instant the Saints were stunned, Old Ancestor Qilin, the Dragon Ancestor, and the Nine Golden Crows vanished from where they stood and fled.
"Ah! Junior Brother!"
Saint Jieyin flew into a rage. His brows and hair danced wildly as murderous intent swept across the Three Realms!