The two sincerely thanked Hong Yun and then turned their gaze to Kunpeng, or rather, everyone in Zixiao Palace had their eyes on Kunpeng.

Nezha, who had been watching the drama unfold, knew his opportunity had come. Whether it was to add the icing on the cake or give timely help to the two Westerners, it didn't matter; he just wanted to mess with Kunpeng. Who told Kunpeng to be so cocky before?

I, Nezha, never hold grudges; I repay them on the spot!

He directly shouted fiercely, "Hey! You, feathered fiend, having been born wet and hatched from an egg, without cultivating your life, and lacking in virtue, how dare you stand among these wise ones?"

Zhunti, who was about to lose his temper at Kunpeng, was taken aback and looked at Nezha standing beside him. Suddenly, his affection grew, thinking, aren't you Easterners incredibly righteous?

You're still standing yet are speaking out for me, what a good person!

Yuanshi Tianzun was the first to agree with Nezha's words, as he genuinely couldn't stand Kunpeng being on equal footing with himself. So he immediately echoed, "What my dear brother said is right, now get up quickly!"

Led by Emperor Jiang, the Twelve Ancestor Witches quickly voiced their support. They didn't know why Nezha was helping Zhunti, but their straightforward thinking was to support kin over reason and to enjoy a good fight without fearing offending anyone.

Additionally, with implicit support from Di Jun and Taiyi, Kunpeng, who was now the target of everyone's criticism, broke out in a cold sweat. He genuinely understood Nezha's earlier words: surviving in the Primordial world isn't about fighting and killing, it's about relationships!

He was still hesitating whether to get up, thinking these folks wouldn't dare make a move inside Zixiao Palace.

Nezha sneered, others might fear the Daoist Ancestor, but he did not. Since he was here, what was there to fear?

At worst, he would go back and do free labor for Old Deng twice as much.

He shouted fiercely, "Feathered fiend, get up!"

To strike a person, aim for the face; to destroy someone, target their heart.

With superlimit thinking and terrifying nerve reaction speed, Nezha swung a powerful slap at Kunpeng, splattering his face. Zixiao Palace suppressed mana but not the physical body; though Kunpeng's true form was a beast with a more formidable Dao Body than average immortals, Nezha was no slouch either, being a whole higher realm and having cultivated the Power Dao.

Slap!

A powerful slap directly swept Kunpeng off the cushion, leaving him dumbfounded, his eyes clear. He could no longer care about the fiery pain on his face and was filled with question marks. This was the Daoist Ancestor's arena, how did Nezha dare to strike? How was he so bold?

Everyone, including the Three Pure Ones, was flabbergasted. Weren't you too bold? Everyone in Zixiao Palace behaved, yet you dared strike? And directly aim for the face?

Zhunti was stunned for a moment, looking at the empty seat, unsure if he should take it; if he sat there, would he also get slapped?

He looked at his brother, Jieyin, who wasn't sure either, gently shook his head to suggest waiting and seeing, which Zhunti understood. Though he didn't directly sit, he kept a close watch on the Ancestor of Nether River beside him.

Of course, the Twelve Ancestor Witches were exceptions in such settings. Seeing Nezha's actions, they were exhilarated, almost rushing to gang up on Kunpeng, thinking, "Zixiao Palace? All I know is that men need to fight!"

But Nezha wouldn't give them a chance. He secretly adjusted his body, his face suddenly flushed, and blood trickled from his mouth as he shouted, "Good for you, Kunpeng. I was helping you accumulate good deeds, though perhaps a bit directly, but you used your face to plot against me. Today, it's either you or me in this Zixiao Palace!"

With that, he launched a flying kick at Kunpeng, propelling him with a single blow. Others couldn't discern whether this was real or staged, but quickly stepped aside to watch the spectacle.

Kunpeng hadn't recovered from the kick and was humiliated, his inner fury and beast nature entirely flaring up.

"Brat, how dare you humiliate your ancestor like this!"

He charged to grapple with Nezha, but without mana, he was merely a tank. Nezha had a comprehensive six-dimensional superiority and quickly gained the upper hand, relentlessly punching Kunpeng's face, each punch filled with effort and sweat, providing Nezha immense satisfaction.

Confronted by Nezha's pure and extreme numerical strength, Kunpeng became clear-headed after a round of thrashing, realizing that under Zixiao Palace's suppression, he couldn't defeat Nezha!

His health bar was long, but being used as a public punching bag was unbearable for his dignity, yet his pride wouldn't let him concede now.

Slap!

Another resounding slap, Nezha felt elated; after working hard on his cultivation, wasn't this happiness?

Kunpeng could no longer endure but couldn't leave. He could only urgently shout, "Immortal Child, two Immortal Children! This person is causing trouble in Zixiao Palace and disrespects the Saints, please quickly expel him!"

Hao Tian and Turquoise Pool, who had been watching the fun at the gate, showed disdain upon hearing Kunpeng's cry. They didn't want to intervene, but Hao Tian was somewhat afraid of their master's blame. As they hesitated, Turquoise Pool whispered intentionally, 'Master never said no fighting.'

Hao Tian hesitated briefly, then 'whispered' back, "But ultimately, it's not good. Let's wait until they're less angry, then persuade them!"

Kunpeng, hearing the pair, exploded in rage, thinking, 'Less angry? Compared to what it is now, wasn't it fun for Nezha to beat me up?'

Slap!

Distracted, Kunpeng got another slap from Nezha, who seized the opportunity, forcing him into a state of mental attack. He began cursing, at Nezha, at Hao Tian, and Turquoise Pool.

Nezha said nothing, merely continuing to beat Kunpeng.

Nezha continued the assault, the Twelve Ancestor Witches cheered, others simply watched, turning Zixiao Palace into a scene of camaraderie. After some time, Hao Tian suddenly remarked from outside, "The time is almost up."

Kunpeng, battered and unable to react to the remark, saw Nezha's eyes light up. Finding the opportunity to unleash his full strength, Nezha dealt a deadly elbow to Kunpeng's face, grasped his neck, and tossed him out of Zixiao Palace.

Kunpeng clearly hadn't comprehended it yet, but Turquoise Pool and Hao Tian immediately infused mana into the Zixiao Palace gate.

Snap!

The gate closed.

"The hour has passed; those without fate are barred entrance!"

The guests inside Zixiao Palace who had watched the farce were now wide-eyed, while Kunpeng, realizing what happened from outside, pounded desperately on the door.

"Let me in, let me in, I haven't entered yet!"

"I am fated; I've been to Zixiao Palace!"

"Bastard, you're all in league, I ******"

"Nezha, you severed my opportunity, I **** you ***"

The door of Zixiao Palace looked ordinary, but would you dare dismantle a Saint's door?

Listening to Kunpeng's shouts outside the door, Nezha felt refreshed, like the satisfaction of completing homework before school starts. What constitutes noise? Anything that annoys you. Kunpeng's shouts only heightened Nezha's joy!

Nezha, hearing Kunpeng cursing from outside, shrugged indifferently and said, "Everyone, look, Kunpeng is unworthy of sitting with us to listen to Tao; his manners are too low!"

The multitude of deities exchanged glances, they'd never seen such actions, faces showing agreement though internally they thought differently. If they were Kunpeng, they'd curse even worse!

Just to ensure he was believed, Nezha took out his precious Memory Stone, revealing two figures. One was clearly Nezha, while the other, slightly blurred, was clearly Kunpeng.

In the footage, Kunpeng seemed to swallow something, then Nezha's laughing voice echoed throughout Zixiao Palace.

"Daoist Friend, why are you eating shit?"

"Hiss!"

The guests in Zixiao Palace collectively inhaled sharply.

Even the five seated above, observing Nezha's antics, were left speechless.

Kunpeng outside had no idea that though he wasn't dead, he had already faced a social death within the Primordial during this moment.

Having done all this, Nezha contentedly returned to the front. Zhunti, seeing Nezha approach, hesitated, fearing he'd also be slapped if he sat down. Tentatively, he asked, "Daoist Friend, you, will you sit?"

Nezha laughed heartily and replied, "What words, what words! Daoist Friend, fate has brought you to me, you sit!"

Hearing the phrase 'fate brought you,' Zhunti found it familiar but didn't mind since the other agreed. He sat down immediately, not caring about face, and began to shamelessly offer praise.

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