"Since you refuse to follow the script I set out..."
Wang Ming's voice was low, yet it carried an unquestionable might, as if the gears of some grand destiny had begun to turn at that moment by his will.
"Then—simply become my chess pieces."
As soon as these words fell, they exploded like a thunderclap from the highest heavens atop Buzhou Mountain.
Hearing this, the sages felt a chill in their hearts, secretly mobilizing the magic power and the power of laws within their bodies to defend themselves.
It was not that they were cowardly, but that Wang Ming was too mysterious, and they possessed zero intelligence regarding him.
Mystery and the unknown were the source of fear.
Most importantly, Wang Ming could manipulate a portion of the power of heaven and earth; that alone was enough to make them take him seriously.
Taking him seriously was one thing, but it did not mean they were timid or afraid of battle.
On the surface, they remained as calm and composed as an ancient well.
"Hahahahaha!!!"
Suddenly, a roar of wild laughter rang out, rolling like demonic thunder and echoing through the void.
"Hmph! Arrogant!" Demon Ancestor Rahu laughed wildly as he stepped forward, the black energy outside his body surging endlessly, while a divine ring formed by the dark red law of slaughter coiled around him.
"You don't truly believe that with your mere strength of the Daluo Realm, you can arrange the destiny of sages like us, do you?"
"Truly laughable to the extreme." He sneered, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery.
The other Primordial Sages also wore mocking expressions.
Zhunti and Jieyin of the Western Teaching curved the corners of their mouths, carrying a trace of detached, worldly-wise coldness;
Although Nüwa remained silent, a flash of coldness