The Temple Master was a powerful figure on the verge of breaking through to the Immortal Venerable realm!
He couldn't possibly die, let alone at the hands of these unknown youngsters!
Qiao Mu suddenly opened her eyes.
Her gaze was remarkably clear. Although her face was a bit pale, her eyes were exceptionally dark and profound.
She looked at him, her eyes barely concealing her contempt. "Your god has long been extinguished by the greed and falsehood in your own hearts!"
"You are the true god-slayers."
"All of you, go to hell!" Qiao Mu roared, her fingers lowering slightly as countless vines furiously sprouted from their tips.
Following them, waves of sand scorpions crawled down the vines, flooding into the Divine Temple.
"Ah! Ah!! Ah!" Taishan, engulfed by black flames, rolled on the ground in pain, then was quickly swarmed and submerged by the rapidly advancing sand scorpions.
They heard him struggle and whimper twice within the swarm of scorpions. After the scorpions departed, only a string of decaying bones remained on the ground.
Seeing that his little stoic was fine, apart from her slightly pale face, Mo Lian's furious mood subsided a bit.
He suddenly turned to Yu Su and asked, "Where's Chen Baojia?"
Everyone's expression subtly changed.
After exiting the passage, no one had paid attention to that woman.
However, Qiaoqiao's every action, from opening her Spirit Domain to taking in Saint Son Mi Yan, must have been witnessed by Chen Baojia.
If they didn't silence her, there was no guarantee she wouldn't spread rumors.
"I'll go immediately!" Yu Su and An Hua reacted particularly swiftly.
Without needing the Crown Prince to say anything more, both immediately flew out, summoned their flying beasts, and quickly rushed back along the original path towards the rear mountain of the Divine Temple, which was undergoing destructive subsidence.
Meanwhile, Little Taisui, Dao Wuji, and their group also emerged from the Peach Garden, assisting in the eradication effort.
Everything concluded within half an hour.
The Divine Temple was a complete ruin, with no survivors.
Qiao Mu coldly glanced at the ruins below, then extended her hand and retrieved all the little sand scorpions.
The area was nothing but rubble, a desolate wasteland.
After landing, everyone stood on this dark, barren ground, furtively glancing at the expressionless little stoic.
Duan Yue secretly nudged Mo Lian with his elbow.
The two exchanged a look: The little stoic is angry!
Although the little one hadn't said anything since then, they knew her too well.
Seeing her small face tightly pulled, they knew her mood must be extremely foul.
[You've provoked her, quickly go beg for forgiveness, lest you drag others into it!] Duan Yue constantly signaled to Mo Lian with his eyes.
The latter squinted at him, a bit bewildered. When had he provoked his wife?
Shouldn't his wife's unhappiness be about Saint Son Mi Yan's matter?
Qiao Mu turned to look at them, and with a flick of her finger, pulled everyone into the Peach Garden Star.
The little one, expressionless, headed towards Saint Son Mi Yan's location. She immediately saw him looking around dazedly.
"Eh? Stoic face! How did you..." Saint Son Mi Yan turned his head and saw the little stoic approaching him with layers of chill.
The little stoic walked faster and faster, finally breaking into a few steps and rushing in front of Saint Son Mi Yan.
Before the Saint Son could speak, she raised her small hand, and a clear, loud slap landed on his face.