If this had been before, Primeval Lord of Heaven would have given Daoist Jieyin some face when he put on airs before him.
But things were different now.
Daoist Jieyin had already revealed his strength.
Since he had exposed his strength, the Three Pure Ones would no longer allow the Western Sect to secretly go to the East and convert those destined for them.
Since that was the case,
did he still need to give Primeval Lord of Heaven any face? Not at all.
The right thing to do was to fire back.
And Primeval Lord of Heaven still dared to put on airs before him? Who had given him the nerve?
Who had, indeed? Did he really think Daoist Jieyin would still yield to his Demon-Slaying Staff? Not anymore.
Times had changed.
They were no longer the same.
Faced with Daoist Jieyin, who wielded the Demon-Slaying Staff and rode the Twelve-Petal Golden Lotus as he smashed toward him,
Primeval Lord of Heaven was stunned.
This was completely different from what he had imagined!
Damn it, this isn't how the script goes!
Why had Daoist Jieyin attacked him? Shouldn't he have been allowed to spout a few harsh words before the matter was simply let go? What was this?
Now Daoist Jieyin would not even let him utter a harsh word before directly attacking him. Was he serious? Only when the terrifying, aggressive aura of the Demon-Slaying Staff reached him did Primeval Lord of Heaven finally believe it.
This was real.
Daoist Jieyin truly was not giving him a chance to talk tough.
Without hesitation,
and with no time to think,
Primeval Lord of Heaven hurriedly raised the Pangu Banner and met the attack.
Boom! Because he had acted in haste,
after a brief deadlock,
terrifying shockwaves spread outward.
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