Who was Randeng?
One of the Eight Saints of the Primordial World.
One of the Three Pure Ones.
The saint who cared most about saving face!
Randeng had been humiliated. Was that not the same as delivering Chanjiao a vicious slap across the face?
It was undoubtedly the same as delivering Primeval Lord of Heaven a vicious slap across the face. Primeval Lord of Heaven would never be able to swallow this insult.
The person who had stepped on Randeng and ground him into the dirt would definitely draw Primeval Lord of Heaven's ire in the future. As expected, anything could happen beneath a calamity.
The calamity had only just swept across the Primordial World, yet Chanjiao's Vice Sect Master had already been pinned to the ground and ground beneath someone's foot. He had been utterly disgraced. Sure enough, this was no ordinary calamity.
Even saints might be affected. These Quasi-Saints of the Primordial World had better keep a low profile lately, lest they end up like Randeng.
He had become a laughingstock throughout the entire Primordial World.
Once the calamity passed, they could come out and throw their weight around again!
Lying low and building strength was the true path!
Many Primordial Great Powers watched from the shadows. Even without sensing them, Randeng knew they were there. After all, the commotion just now had been so great that the Primordial World's many Great Powers could not possibly have failed to notice it.
At this moment.
His wretched state had likely already fallen into the eyes of many Great Powers throughout the Primordial World. Randeng understood that he had probably become a joke in their eyes.
Randeng was deeply unwilling.
He refused to accept it.
Yet there was nothing he could do. Hun Xiu was grinding him beneath his foot.