Watching the enormous mushroom cloud rising from Mount Kunlun below, Hun Xiu smiled faintly and looked into the distance. He could sense several terrifying auras rushing this way. It seemed Chanjiao's true experts had arrived.
But so what?
As long as he was fast enough, who could discover him? Who could catch him?
Whoosh! Hun Xiu transformed into a streak of rainbow light and vanished. At such speed, with his aura concealed, who could find him? Who could divine his whereabouts?
This was the Primordial Calamity. The heavenly secrets were in Chaos; even Saints might not be able to deduce his location. Did Chanjiao's disciples think they could?
Dream on!
Old Man of the South Pole, the Twelve Golden Immortals, and the other Chanjiao disciples rushed toward Mount Kunlun at breakneck speed. From afar, they saw the enormous mushroom cloud billowing above Mount Kunlun.
They all halted, then stared blankly at Mount Kunlun, their bodies trembling slightly.
"No!"
"You bastard!"
The Chanjiao disciples roared in fury. That bastard had killed Randeng, slaughtered Chanjiao disciples on Mount Kunlun, and now destroyed Jade Void Palace on Mount Kunlun.
He had destroyed Chanjiao's very headquarters. How deep did the hatred have to be? How great the grievance?
The disciples' furious roars echoed throughout the Primordial World as they charged toward Mount Kunlun even faster. No matter who the other party was, to "humiliate" a Saint and insult Chanjiao like this—even if there was a Saint behind him—he had to die!
The commotion on Mount Kunlun and the Chanjiao disciples' furious cries drew the attention of the entire Primordial World. The Primordial Great Powers all began making calculations.
With matters that had already occurred openly, even amid a calamity, it was still possible to calculate them—provided no great power interfered.
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