Tongtian's Seed, Truly Something Else

The Nine Dragon Incense Chariot hung suspended in midair.

Haotian sat high upon the chariot, his Quasi-Saint Peak pressure unleashed without restraint, churning the surrounding sea of clouds.

Xiruan tilted her head, her massive baby bottle aimed directly at Haotian.

She stretched out her chubby little paw and crooked a finger at the Heavenly Emperor perched above.

"Leave the carriage, hand over the peaches, and write my daddy an IOU saying the debt's cleared."

Her childish voice rang out across the entire South Heaven Gate.

"Otherwise, I'll knock yer noggin just as loud as that cotton-fluffin' guy over there."

She pointed at Mo Lihai, still stuck in the pillar and unable to pry himself free.

Haotian laughed.

Laughed in anger.

Ever since Dao Ancestor Hongjun lectured at the Purple Cloud Palace and personally appointed him Lord of the Heavenly Court, ruling over the Three Realms and Six Paths—aside from the few sages seated high above the clouds—who dared speak to him like this?

Let alone some random little brat. Back in the Wu-Yao War, even the Twelve Ancestral Witches gave him three parts of face when they met.

"Tongtian's seed, indeed has spine."

Haotian's voice exploded in everyone's ears, carrying a bone-piercing chill.

"Tongtian failed to teach, indulging his daughter in violence. Today, I'll discipline her on his behalf."

His right hand grasped empty air.

A divine sword, entirely golden, its blade engraved with sun, moon, and stars, materialized from nothing.

A Top-grade Innate Spirit Treasure—the Haotian Sword. Its ringing echoed through the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Master of slaughter, gathering the Heavenly Court's fortune, one strike could sever a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal's Three Flowers atop their crown.

"Kneel!"

The Haotian Sword's tip pointed straight at Xiruan. He didn't use his full strength.

After all, she was a sage's bloodline. If he actually killed her, that lunatic Tongtian would charge the Heavenly Court with the Four Swords of Immortal Execution, and that would be a headache.

He only needed to sever the girl's limbs, cripple her cultivation, and hang her at the South Heaven Gate for public display.

Golden Sword Qi transformed into a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, its edge enough to tear the void itself, roaring as it charged toward the small red figure.

Xiruan wrinkled her nose.

This bad village bully had no honor—he actually set a dog on her!

[Ding! Detected host facing violent debt collection!]

[Triggering Divine Counterattack Option!]

[Option One: Cover your head and scurry away, shouting "Daddy, save me!" Reward: One Invisibility Talisman.]

[Option Two: Kneel and beg for mercy, promising to sell Tongtian to settle the debt. Reward: Coward Title.]

[Option Three: Who cares if he's Jade Emperor or Heavenly Emperor—if he dares throw hands, beat him to death! Beat him so bad his own mother won't recognize him! Reward: Chaos Supreme Treasure-Level Baby Bottle (Unlock Second Form: Critical Strike Defense Break)!]

"Pick three!"

Xiruan didn't hesitate.

"Dare set a dog on me? This lady's gonna beat ya so bad yer own ma won't know ya!"

Before her words faded, the ancient white light on her big baby bottle swirled.

A power that belonged neither to the Heavenly Dao, nor the Primordial Wilderness, nor even Chaos itself erupted.

Xiruan didn't retreat; instead, she charged forward, meeting the golden dragon Sword Qi head-on.

"Courting death."

Haotian's face was expressionless.

A physical body daring to clash with Haotian's Sword Qi?

Even if an Ancestral Witch were reborn, they wouldn't be so reckless.

The next moment.

"CLANG!!!"

A deafening sound shook the entire Heavenly Court once more!

The Thirty-Six Palaces and Seventy-Two Halls trembled incessantly.

The indifference on Haotian's face froze.

That golden dragon Sword Qi, enough to shred a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, shattered the instant it touched the baby bottle!

That small red figure didn't even pause, smashing straight through the Sword Qi and arriving before the dragon chariot in an instant.

So fast?!

Haotian's heart pounded wildly. Instinctively, he tried to retreat.

But he was too slow.

The milk bottle rapidly expanded in his vision, blotting out sun, moon, and stars.

"Take this, you motherf—!"

A dull thud.

The milk bottle struck solidly, square on Haotian's face.

Time came to a brief halt in this moment.

Taibai Jinxing, who had just arrived in the distance, let his whisk fall straight to the ground.

The various Great Beings lurking in the shadows and spying with Divine Sense all sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.

Haotian felt as if ten thousand great bells were ringing simultaneously inside his skull, stars exploding before his eyes, searing pain instantly spreading through his entire body.

Then a monstrous force slammed into him, and his entire person was sent flying off the dragon carriage by that damned milk bottle.

The dignified Sovereign of the Three Realms traced a wretched parabola through the air.

Boom!

Haotian crashed heavily into the square before the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

The indestructible Mystic Jade was smashed into a man-shaped crater ten zhang across, debris flying, dust billowing.

"Oops, sorry~, baby's hands slipped."

Xiruan flew down onto the dragon carriage and sat in the very spot the Jade Emperor had just occupied.

She even shook the milk bottle with disdain, as if something dirty had gotten on it.

Looking at the figure at the bottom of the pit, she curled her little lips:

"This village bully looks tough, but why's he so bad at taking a hit? Not even as hard as the stone in front of my doorstep."

"Bold demon!!"

A hysterical roar came from the pit.

A beam of golden light shot into the sky as Haotian, hair disheveled, charged into midair.

At this moment, where was any trace of the Heavenly Emperor's majesty?

His crown was crooked behind his head, his dragon robe torn, and most glaringly, his face was bruised and swollen, puffed up like a just-ripe peach, squeezing his eyes into slits.

Disgrace.

This little brat was grinding the face of the Heavenly Court into the ground!

"Haotian Mirror! Come forth!"

Haotian had completely lost it.

He formed hand seals, and the ancient bronze mirror flew out from between his brows, hovering above his head.

The mirror's surface was a chaotic blur, yet seemed to encompass all phenomena.

This was a Top-grade Innate Spirit Treasure personally bestowed by Dao Ancestor Hongjun—above it could inspect the Thirty-Three Heavens, below it could probe the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, and it could even freeze time and space, sever the Three Flowers above the head, and dissolve the Five Qi within the chest!

"Freeze!"

Haotian shouted sharply.

The Haotian Mirror rotated, and a divine light poured down, instantly enveloping Xiruan.

Xiruan felt as if she had fallen into a mud pit; even lifting a hand took tremendous effort.

"Hmph! Scared now?"

Haotian's face, swollen from divine power, was now twisted beyond recognition.

"This is the Haotian Mirror! Even your daddy Tongtian would have to tread carefully! Today, I will—"

"Mirror?"

Xiruan blinked her big eyes, looking at the glowing bronze mirror above her head.

She suddenly remembered that once, she had accidentally broken a neighbor's glass window, and Daddy had to pay a lot of compensation, then spanked her little bottom.

She bit her little finger.

This village bully tore down my house and wants to capture me.

So smashing one piece of his glass shouldn't be too much, right?

"Broken mirror, why don't you take a look at your own ugly mug!"

Xiruan took a deep breath, and the drop of Pangu's Essence Blood she had just swallowed inside her body now boiled over completely.

"Open!"

She let out a sweet shout.

The divine light that should have been enough to freeze a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal was forcibly pried open by her tiny little body.

She hugged the milk bottle with both hands, assuming a batting stance.

Wind up.

Twist the waist.

Swing!

Target—that Haotian Mirror suspended in midair!

"You dare?!" Haotian cried out in terror.

Too late.

The Chaos Baby Bottle, trailing arcs of electricity, struck the Haotian Mirror with pinpoint precision.

Crack!

The crisp sound of shattering rang out, jarringly loud in the silent Heavenly Court.

That so-called indestructible Top-grade Innate Spirit Treasure, capable of withstanding even a sage's attack, now bore a fine crack across its surface.

Then came a second, a third...

Haotian's eyes bulged, his face a mask of utter disbelief.

Crash—!

The Haotian Mirror exploded.

It shattered into countless pieces of scrap metal, clattering to the ground in a heap.

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