"Boom Boom Boom~"

The earth-shattering noise shattered the peace and harmony of the Pure Land.

Many of the Western Sect Disciples residing here came to inspect with displeasure, but before they could get closer, they heard the furious roar of the Yaksha King.

"This is the sacred land of our Western Sect, and you dare to run wild here?!"

Hearing this, Yu Yuan casually tossed Emperor Shitian aside and then looked up at the Yaksha King.

The two were not too far apart, merely a hundred feet or so.

For Yu Yuan, such a distance was deeply disrespectful.

At the very least, retreat thirty thousand miles!

Thus, he lightly stretched out his palm, and an invisible force instantly captured the figure of the Yaksha King, swung his whole body upward, and then slammed it down with force.

"You... what do you intend to do?!"

The Yaksha King was in utter shock.

He couldn't grasp what had happened before he was already in Yu Yuan's hands.

Yu Yuan did not answer him; he simply watched quietly, as if he were appraising his prey, making the Yaksha King's skin crawl with his gaze.

But no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free from the other's grasp.

Yu Yuan's palm then slightly expanded, enveloping the Yaksha King's whole body. He stared quietly at the audacious fellow, his eyes flickering with a dangerous air, as he slowly began to tighten his grip.

The Yaksha King sensed the killing intent and knew that if he spoke out of turn again, he would likely face terrible consequences.

Just like before!

Then, he could only suppress the rage and terror in his heart, and said cautiously, "Immortal, please spare my life, I was only talking nonsense just now and truly had no intention of being your enemy. Please, Immortal, have mercy on me."

"So quickly begging for mercy?"

Yu Yuan snorted disdainfully and disregarded the Yaksha King's plea. Instead, he swung him around like a rag doll, subjecting him to endless despair and torture.

With a "boom," the Yaksha King let out a piercing scream as Yu Yuan slammed him hard onto the ground paved with seven treasures. Before he could recover, a terrifying force lifted him up again and slammed him down hard.

"Ah!" The Yaksha King howled wildly, trying to free himself, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't even move a finger and was at the mercy of Yu Yuan swinging him around like a rag doll.

The Asura King, watching from a distance, had already gone weak in the knees and was shaking all over.

He knew that now was not the time to show off, and only by escaping quickly could he save himself.

Thus, the king of the Asura Clan turned to flee in an instant, planning to go and ask Saint Zhunti to subdue Yu Yuan, this terrifying being.

Yu Yuan didn't stop him and let him go.

To him, the Asura King was like a small jumping clown, hardly worth his attention.

After the latter's escape, only the Yaksha King and Emperor Shitian remained, each held by Yu Yuan, being alternately smashed to the ground, picked up, and then smashed down again...

Over and over, like tossing beanbags.

It was fortunate that the ground of the Pure Land was made of seven treasures, much more durable than ordinary rocks, and Yu Yuan also had no intention of killing them just yet, so the two were temporarily safe.

After a short while, Yu Yuan had had enough and then released his arms.

Emperor Shitian and the Yaksha King, like unsupported blocks, collapsed to the ground and remained motionless for a long while.

"What..."

"What on earth is going on?"

The onlookers nearby were all shocked as if they had seen a ghost.

Especially those Western Sect Disciples who had just run over, they were all wide-eyed, their legs trembling involuntarily.

The scene before them was far beyond what they could imagine.

"Do not act rashly!"

Suddenly, a solemn and sacred voice came from afar, followed by a white-robed Daoist shimmering with Divine Light appearing in their view.

The person held a horsetail whisk in hand and wore a treasure bell at his waist, his face adorned with a kind and gentle smile.

"Well done, well done~"

The newcomer was none other than Saint Zhunti, the second Sect Hierarch of the Western Sect.

Upon arriving at the scene, he immediately tapped Emperor Shitian and the Yaksha King with the whisk, healing all their injuries.

"Greetings, Second Sect Hierarch!"

Emperor Shitian, the Yaksha King, and a host of disciples and protectors bowed in reverence.

"Second Sect Hierarch, you've arrived just in time. Yu Yuan has been committing wanton violence in our Pure Land. If you had arrived any later, he would have killed us both on the spot!"

"Yes, Second Sect Hierarch, you must stand up for us! This Yu Yuan is too arrogant, daring to wreak havoc in the Pure Land, which is clearly a disregard for both Sect Hierarchs!"

"..."

As Emperor Shitian and others voiced their accusations, Saint Zhunti turned to look at Yu Yuan.

Yu Yuan also bowed in salute, his expression calm as he said, "I have seen the Saint."

"No need for formalities, young friend," said Saint Zhunti with a smile, looking back at Emperor Shitian and the others. He responded to none of their complaints but merely watched the crowd of disciples calmly.

His gaze, though gentle, felt like sharp arrows to Emperor Shitian and the Yaksha King, piercing into them.

In that instant, they sincerely felt the horrifying authority of the Saint, and a hint of unease and timidity arose in their hearts, their complexions slightly turning pale.