Whoosh!
Primeval Lord of Heaven was already petty, prone to overthinking and imagining things, and deeply concerned with saving face. Seeing Hun Xiu acting as though nothing had happened, Primeval Lord of Heaven imagined all sorts of things. His expression gradually darkened, and an even more terrifying aura erupted from him, this time specifically targeting Hun Xiu.
A vast, ocean-like pressure bore down on Hun Xiu. He could sense how terrifying the aura Primeval Lord of Heaven emitted was, but his body was utterly honest.
Nothing happened. He stood there as if nothing were wrong.
Hun Xiu curiously looked at Primeval Lord of Heaven's old face, which was ugly with anger yet carried a trace of shock. "Martial Uncle Primeval, did you think of something unhappy? Why does your face look so awful?"
"Hmm?"
Upon hearing Hun Xiu's words, Primeval Lord of Heaven's expression became even uglier. In his eyes, this was a fucking provocation! That was right.
Hun Xiu was provoking Primeval Lord of Heaven. There was no other meaning behind it. He simply liked provoking him.
He was just having fun! Hun Xiu himself did not know what was going on with him. It seemed he could ignore all imposing auras. With a mere mortal body, he could withstand any pressure. The pressure Primeval Lord of Heaven released seemed incredibly powerful.
Especially when he saw Primeval Lord of Heaven's face, dark as pig liver, Hun Xiu knew that Primeval Lord of Heaven had clearly not held back in the slightest.
Although Primeval Lord of Heaven was not yet a Saint, he was still a peak Quasi-Saint powerhouse. Unfortunately, his overwhelming aura had no effect on Hun Xiu at all.
It was very strange.
Hun Xiu understood that even if he still had his strength, even if his power