"Who is it?"
"This Seat is Hongjun, master of the Immortal Devil Divine Hall. You may also call me the Dao Ancestor." When it came to putting on airs and stubbornly saving face, no one could probably surpass him. Yuqing and Primordial Beginning had likely been influenced by him.
"Immortal Devil Divine Hall? Master? Dao Ancestor? What the hell is that?" Mo Luo looked utterly confused.
After recovering, he stood proudly as before, calm and composed.
"Hmph, some nobody dares to act up? Die!"
Completely disregarding Hongjun's rebuke, the massive skeleton began tugging at Yang Jian again.
"Ah..."
"My life is over! Old Ancestor, save me!" Tears welled in Yang Jian's eyes as he turned to Hongjun.
"You... Fine. Very fine! What an utterly ignorant Mo Luo! This Seat will not spare you."
"Hahahaha, Old Man, you're going to make this Emperor laugh to death."
"Just wait. Once this Emperor devours Yang Jian, you'll be next."
"Arrogant!" Hongjun gritted his teeth. At a time like this, who cared about rules anymore?
Damn it, does this Hongjun have no pride?
Fuzun's power erupted. Hongjun instantly cast an Oracle, striking the enormous skull with a thunderous blast.
He had to save Yang Jian first. After all, he was his own disciple's descendant.
As Fuzun's power erupted, the entire God Realm began to collapse and shatter.
"This is bad. The God Realm is about to break apart."
As if it possessed intelligence, the giant skeleton instantly stopped devouring Yang Jian. It rapidly shrank, ignored Demon Heaven's calls, and transformed into a black speck that fled into the distance.
"..."
The rescued Yang Jian kept patting his chest, still shaken by the ordeal.
Once he recovered, he looked at the crumbling surroundings and shook his head with a bitter smile.
"Sigh... All that effort