# 1038
Chapter 1039: Requesting the Great Sage Equal to Heaven to Emerge from Seclusion
At the moment these words were heard, the expressions of all the Gods of Great Xia present changed simultaneously.
Torrents of divine power erupted from their bodies, terrifying divine might descended, and furious gazes locked onto Andre in the center of the venue, as if flames were blazing in their eyes.
The Four Heavenly Emperors, the Twelve Golden Immortals, and the numerous strong ones seated around the hall frowned, and even the Queen Mother of the West seated at the main table let her eyes grow cold.
"A mere mortal, how dare he be so arrogant?"
"A laughable Western wretch, daring to spout nonsense here?"
"Preposterous! Preposterous!"
"Insolent mouse, you deserve the punishment of Five-Thunder Strike!"
"Queen Mother, this humble Daoist Taiyi wishes to slay this beast for Your Majesty!"
"General Tianwu, this subordinate wishes to slay this beast for Your Majesty!"
"..."
Several hot-tempered Great Xia deities slammed their hands on the tables and rose from their seats, about to speak, but remembering this was the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Banquet, they hesitated for a moment before slowly sitting back down. They all looked toward the Queen Mother of the West at the center, as if seeking her opinion.
During the Peach Banquet Festival, regardless of rank, no deity could act without the Queen Mother of the West's permission—this was the rule.
Bang—!
A shattering sound rang out beside Lin Qiye.
Yang Jian gripped the shattered remnants of a jade plate in his right hand, his eyes locked onto Andre in the venue, cold and sharp, flickering with murderous intent.
"What kind of trash dares to act so insolent?" Nezha abruptly rose from his seat, reaching out into the void with one hand as a fiery red spear materialized in his grip, "Do you really think Great Xia has no one?!"
"Hold." Yang Jian stopped Nezha with a shout.
"Yang Jian, can you tolerate this?"
"This is the Peach Banquet, not a place where you can strike whenever you wish. We must follow the Queen Mother's orders." Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and glanced at Lin Qiye, "Besides... he, like Lin Qiye, is not a being of this time period. We are merely shadows right now—even if we strike, we cannot harm him."
Lin Qiye gazed at the insufferably arrogant Andre, his eyes growing increasingly cold.
He knew that Andre dared to act this way because he was certain that within the temporal shadows of Kunlun Ruins, the Great Xia deities could not strike at him.
And so far, the only ones who might possess real bodies were the few attendants by the door, but they were not deities after all, and their cultivation levels were not much different from Lin Qiye's.
In Lin Qiye's view, Andre's current behavior was like a despicable person taunting and provoking a猛虎 trapped in a cage—nothing more than relying on the cage's power to dare mock and challenge... Looking at that arrogant face, Lin Qiye's killing intent surged like a tide.
Lin Qiye understood clearly that within this Peach Banquet hall, the Gods of Great Xia absolutely could not act. Once they struck, not only would they fail to harm Andre, but they would also dampen their own morale for nothing.
He could already imagine the disgusting smirk that would spread across Andre's face when the Gods of Great Xia flew into a rage and struck, only to find themselves helpless against him.
Even though he knew that those present were merely illusory shadows of Great Xia's deities, he absolutely could not accept it.
Over a hundred years ago, the Gods of Great Xia had self-imposed exile and entered the cycle of reincarnation to save the people of Great Xia. How could he stand by and watch them be humiliated?
Lin Qiye took a deep breath, a fierce killing intent flickering in his eyes. He slowly rose from his seat.
"What are you planning?" Yang Jian frowned as he saw Lin Qiye stand.
"You cannot act." Lin Qiye said calmly, "I'll kill him."
"Your cultivation is insufficient."
"Even if it's insufficient, I must kill him." Lin Qiye stepped over the stone table, his voice steady, "There are some things... that cannot be compromised."
Hearing these words, Yang Jian's eyes narrowed. After a moment of silence, he asked, "What are your odds of defeating him?"
"If it's just me alone, less than two chances in ten, but..."
A subtle gleam flickered in Lin Qiye's eyes.
He walked to the side of the hall, clasped his fists, and respectfully bowed to the Queen Mother of the West seated at the main table before speaking in a clear, loud voice:
"Mortal Lin Qiye, wishes to slay this beast for Your Majesty."
Among the declarations from the Gods of Great Xia offering to fight, the Queen Mother of the West's gaze fell directly upon Lin Qiye, and a hint of a smile appeared in those beautiful eyes.
"Very well." She spoke slowly, "Lin Qiye, if you slay this beast for me, I shall certainly reward you."
Hearing these words, the numerous Great Xia deities present all turned to look at Lin Qiye at the very back of the hall, their expressions filled with surprise.
When Lin Qiye had entered earlier, the Gods of Great Xia had already noticed him due to his unique lineage. However, his cultivation level was truly too low—even lower than that arrogant Western wretch in the hall. The deities couldn't help but feel puzzled as to why the Queen Mother would choose him to fight.
But since the Queen Mother of the West had personally issued the decree, they raised no objections. They returned to their seats and settled down quietly.
Seeing the Queen Mother of the West grant her permission, Lin Qiye breathed a sigh of relief. Under the watchful eyes of the Gods of Great Xia, he walked to the center of the hall and stood face to face with Andre.
"It's you? You entered here too?" Andre saw Lin Qiye and froze for a moment before a sneer spread across his face, "Don't tell me you're going to stand up for these shadows? You want to duel me here?
Have you gone mad?
Playing house with these old fossils who've been dead for heaven knows how many years, risking your own life in the process—that's too foolish even for you."
"What are you?" Lin Qiye coldly laughed, "A jumping jackass who only dares to hop about in front of shadows... If you were to stand before any single member of my Great Xia, would you dare to speak even one more word?"
Andre's eyes turned ice-cold.
"You seek death yourself, so I'll grant your wish." Beneath Andre's feet, a massive earth eye suddenly opened, its black and red hues illuminating his face, and a murderous gleam flickered in his gaze,
"Here... no one can help you now."
He extended his hand toward Lin Qiye in the distance and made a grasping motion!
Lin Qiye calmly closed his eyes.
...
Asylum of the Gods.
A spirited battle hymn echoed throughout the courtyard.
Bragi stood outside the courtyard, dressed in an enthusiastic dark red Western-style suit, holding a harp in his arms as his fingers flew across the strings. His eyes were tightly shut, as if completely intoxicated by the battle music.
At the same time, two figures collided rapidly in the air, waves of fierce divine power sweeping outward.
At that moment, a hand gently landed on Bragi's shoulder. The latter paused, turning his head to look.
A figure in a white coat stood quietly behind him.
"Stop, Bragi." Lin Qiye stared at the battlefield in the courtyard, his expressionless face speaking the words.
Bragi blinked, then quickly stopped the music.
The battle hymn ceased abruptly. Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh, who had been locked in fierce combat in the courtyard, frowned simultaneously. Just as their fists were about to collide mid-air, a white figure suddenly appeared, standing between them.
Both palms simultaneously caught Sun Wukong's and Gilgamesh's fists.
The拳风呼啸，将那袭白大褂吹的猎猎作响，Lin Qiye站在两者之间，有些抱歉的对他们笑了笑。
"很抱歉打扰你们的战斗，但现在情况实在是有些紧急......"
他转过头，看向站在一侧的Sun Wukong，眼眸中浮现出复杂之色，
他伸出双手抱拳，用一种无比郑重的语气开口：
"大夏子民林七夜，请齐天大圣出关。"
The拳风 roared, causing the white coat to flap wildly in the wind. Lin Qiye stood between the two, offering them an apologetic smile.
"I'm very sorry to interrupt your battle, but the situation is truly quite urgent..."
He turned his head to look at Sun Wukong standing to the side, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.
He clasped his fists with both hands and spoke in an extremely solemn tone:
"Great Xia citizen Lin Qiye, requests the Great Sage Equal to Heaven to emerge from seclusion."