Luo Shentong glanced sideways at the thirty-foot divine medicine behind him.
The divine radiance of the green peach hung high above.
The gathered Saints who heard this were both shocked and enraged.
The divine medicine had originally belonged to the great sect.
Whether it was Luo Tianfeng or the Old Heavenly King, at its core, it was all internal strife within the great sect.
But Tu Shan Jun was different.
Even if he was the spirit of a divine weapon, to the Asura clan, he was ultimately an outsider.
Especially since this artifact spirit looked difficult to provoke at first glance.
It would have been one thing if he were merely unyielding, but he also resembled a demonic weapon.
At the slightest disagreement, he had seized the banner master in his palm.
No one knew whether he intended to use the sect master to threaten the patriarch or draw out the sect master's divine soul to fill the Soul Banner. In short, this artifact spirit and artifact were vastly different from the artifact spirits and artifacts they knew.
The Old Heavenly King could lose, but the patriarch would not.
There was a world of difference between a Saint and a Dao Lord.
Knowing this full well, Luo Manping hurriedly rose to his feet, intending to persuade Tu Shan Jun not to continue fighting.
It was not because of who the divine medicine belonged to, but because of the pure disparity in strength.
Crossing realms in battle was exceedingly rare in the cultivation world.
Even when it happened, it was within the same realm, such as the distinctions between the early, middle, and late stages.
Facing a Dao Lord meant the fourth step against the third step—a difference in the very essence of life. There was simply no possibility of victory.