Daoist Jieyin came to his senses at that moment. Looking at "Hun Xiu," he said, "Are you playing me?"
There was already a trace of anger in his voice.
As a Saint,
he had always stood above all others, always the one to toy with others. When had he ever been toyed with?
Even if there had been such a time, it would have been before he became a Saint.
After becoming a Saint,
he had practically become an invincible existence on the Primordial Continent. Who would dare toy with him?
If anyone dared to toy with him, they would have to endure his wrath.
The wrath of a Saint?
In the Primordial World,
who could possibly bear it?
Perhaps no one could bear it at all.
Yet now, the impossible had happened.
He, Daoist Jieyin, a dignified Saint, had been toyed with. Not only had he been toyed with—his junior disciple brother, Daoist Zhunti, had been toyed with as well.
And the person who had toyed with them was the same person. Worse still, he had done so before all the Saints and countless Primordial Great Powers.
He had toyed with them.
He was simply courting death!
As Daoist Jieyin's words fell, his anger spread.
The other Saints also came to their senses. Not only them—even the Great Powers watching from the shadows awakened from their stupor.
At that moment,
their gazes upon "Hun Xiu" were filled with shock. Their strength might all have surpassed "Hun Xiu's."
But honestly,
when it came to nerve, none of them could compare to "Hun Xiu"! Before everyone's eyes,
with so many Saints present, he had dared to toy with Saints. Toying with Saints was one thing, but he had even dared to toy with two Saints at once. That was truly excessive!