Xuan Tiangang's roar, saturated with boundless rage and killing intent, exploded over the Slaughter God Pavilion like a thunderclap, causing some lower-level disciples to feel their blood and qi churn.
However, the response wasn't a tightly defended formation nor Lin Che's appearance, but rather...
"Hummm—!"
A massive light screen suddenly lit up on the Pavilions protective formation shield, its light swirling to instantly form a gigantic "screen" that spanned the sky!
Images began to play on the screen—the meticulously edited "Confidential Records of the Profound Sword Sect (Demonic Edition)", carefully processed by the system's "Soul PS Technique"!
The opening scene was the majestic backdrop of the Profound Sword Sect's main hall, but the person sitting in the host seat wasn't the current sect leader—it was a grotesquely distorted Xuan Tiangang, his face pulled into a ridiculous grimace! The background music was a wildly rhythmic suona version of "Gokuraku Jōdo (Paradise)"that the system had dug up from who-knows-where!
Then, the scene switched to the Transmission Elder who practiced cross-dressing dance steps late at night... but the face had unmistakably become Xuan Tiangang's! There "Xuan Tiangang" was, wearing a gaudy dress and holding an embroidered handkerchief, twisting his thick waist to the suona's beat, dancing with what could only be described as "unique charm"!
The scene changed again, showing the Great Elder who accepted bribes privately, his face also swapped with Xuan Tiangang's. "Xuan Tiangang" was rubbing his hands together, drooling over a mountain of spirit stones, accompanied by the sound of greedy hand-rubbing and a voiceover: "Hehehe, all mine, all mine..."
Finally, a rapid montage of all the blackmail footage played, all featuring Xuan Tiangang's face, capped off with a conspicuous, glittering golden line of text:
"A Warm Welcome to the Profound Sword Sect's 'Idol' of a Generation, Dance Supreme, Avaricious Patriarch — Xuan Tiangang, for his guidance! Courtesy of all colleagues at the Slaughter God Pavilion!"
Below the main screen, subtitles of the doggerel poems Lin Che had commissioned scrolled by in large, bold font:
Patriarch Xuan's methods are high,
Loves fine robes, lets his sword lie by;
Sect resources held tight in his embrace,
His midnight dance has style and grace!
Today he leads his host to fight,
Short on cash for dresses bright?
Piss before our gate, take a look,
See how silly you are, you old crook!
Silence!
Deafening, tomb-like silence!
The elite Profound Sword Sect army, once brimming with killing intent, now stood utterly petrified. Countless eyes involuntarily flickered between the colossal screen in the sky and their Patriarch, whose face had turned from red to green, from green to black, and finally to a sinister purple-black.
Some disciples' shoulders began to shake violently, lips bitten hard, faces flushed red—clearly struggling desperately to hold back laughter. Others had wandering eyes, sneaking glances at their Patriarch's back, their gazes filled with indescribable complexity.
"Pfft—"
Some disciple, lacking composure, was the first to break, snorting a laugh. Though immediately muffled by a fellow disciple, that laugh was like lighting a fuse.
Xuan Tiangang trembled violently all over, not from fear, but from ultimate fury and... shame! He had lived for millennia, experienced countless battles, but never suffered such an incredible insult?! This was worse than being stabbed a dozen times!
"LIN—CHE—!! YOU LITTLE—BASTARD—!!!"He let out a heart-rending roar, his voice distorted by extreme rage. All pretence of patriarchal dignity gone, the terrifying spiritual power of the peak Refinement Void realm erupted from him, transforming into a sky-blotting giant palm intent on smashing the light screen and the entire Slaughter God Pavilion into dust!
"Patriarch, calm your anger! This is evil heresy meant to disrupt our morale!"A elder urgently advised.
"CALM DOWN?! I WILL GRIND HIM TO DUST TODAY!!"Xuan Tiangang was already mad with rage.
Just then, Lin Che's lazy voice finally drifted out, amplified by formation arrays:
"Yo, Senior Xuan, don't get so worked up. Didn't like the opening film? No problem, we have an 'interactive segment' coming up!"
As soon as the words fell, tens of thousands of formation flags suddenly rose near the Slaughter God Pavilion's entrance! These were the "special" flags Meng Qingcheng and her disciples had worked on for three days!
Each flag, besides bearing the Slaughter God Pavilion's emblem, was vividly embroidered with spirit thread: some showed a turtle retracting its head, labeled "Xuan Tiangang"; others depicted a dung beetle circling a ball of waste, marked "Elite Profound Sword Sect"; some even had the Profound Sword Sect's emblem embroiled crookedly with a large red "X" over it!
Tens of thousands of insulting flags fluttered and snapped in the wind, a visual impact of catastrophic proportions.
Xuan Tiangang felt darkness cloud his vision, a sweet taste rushed up his throat—he almost vomited blood on the spot! The morale of his army behind him plummeted visibly, their formation showing signs of disturbance.
"KILL! THEM! ALL!!"Xuan Tiangang squeezed the words out through gritted teeth. The giant palm, no longer hesitating, descended with the power to crush heaven and earth!
"Activate the main defensive formation!"Lin Che's voice remained calm.
The Slaughter God Pavilion's protective formation glowed brilliantly, steadily absorbing the blow. Although the light shield shook violently, it did not break.
"Sturdy defense?"Xuan Tiangang sneered viciously. "Let's see how many hits you can take! Form the 'Ten Thousand Swords Immortal-Slaying Formation'! Crush them for me!"
The elite Profound Sword Sect disciples, stifling their laughter and embarrassment, began forming the array. However, just as the formation was about to solidify, several dozen inconspicuous, pebble-like objects were tossed with precise force by Lin Che into the densest areas of the Profound Sword Sect disciples.
"Pop! Pop! Pop!"
A few soft explosions occurred, and the "pebbles" burst, releasing a colorless, odorless mist imbued with a strange rule—the "Honesty Bean Paste Buns (Aerosol Version)" refined from the mutated Dragon and Phoenix Harmony Pill!
The mist spread rapidly.
What happened next sent chills down the spines of every Profound Sword Sect disciple:
Several core disciples leading the formation suddenly stopped their hand seals, pointing at each other and shouting loudly:
"Senior Brother Wang! When will you return the 300 upper-grade spirit stones you embezzled from the last mission?!"
"Nonsense! Junior Brother Li, how dare you accuse me? Don't think I don't know you bribed the Enforcement Elder to get into the inner sect!"
"Junior Sister Zhao! I've had a crush on you for so long! The way you twist your hips during sword practice is so captivating!"
"Uncle Liu! Don't think no one saw you peeping at the female disciples bathing last time!"
...
Instantly, the core of the Profound Sword Sect's battle formation turned into a chaotic marketplace of exposés, confessions, and mutual accusations! The formation's spiritual power instantly became disordered, and the newly condensed sword lights fizzled out halfway.
Xuan Tiangang: "???"
He stared blankly at the chaotic, disgraceful scene behind him, his mind completely blank. Rage? Shame? Now, they were all replaced by utter absurdity and an icy, chilling fear.
What... what kind of evil sorcery was this?!
Inside the Slaughter God Pavilion, watching the scene through a water mirror technique, Lin Che nodded in satisfaction. He spoke to Luo Jiayin, who was doubled over with laughter, and Meng Qingcheng, whose lips were slightly upturned:
"Seems the effect is pretty good. Now, it's time for us to get some real exercise."
He stood up, stretched his wrists, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
"System, lock onto Xuan Tiangang. It's time for this Patriarch to experience what it means to receive... the ultimate 'care' from the 'peculiar'."
[Ding! Target locked. Host's Slaughter Points are sufficient. Unlock 'Slaughter Gods Combined Skill — Ultimate Taunt of Verbal Artillery'?]