Chen Song no longer cared about appearances.
Any saintly majesty or offense against a superior had been tossed beyond the clouds!
The Grand Unity Golden Immortal power within him surged madly at an unprecedented speed. The escape light beneath his feet shot forward like lightning twisting through space!
This time, he accurately seized Tongtian's raised right arm, where devastating sword intent had already gathered at his fingertips! He clung to him like an octopus, his voice as shrill as a Chaos fiend whose tail had been stepped on:
"Martial Uncle! Dear Martial Uncle! Calm down! Calm down!!"
Chen Song was practically bawling, his words firing off like a string of lit firecrackers.
"The Four Swords of Immortal Slaying are supreme treasures of slaughter! They're vicious weapons meant to butcher saints and destroy demons! They were born to cut people down! Their baleful aura is unmatched across the Primordial World! They're completely at odds with your Interception Sect, which teaches without discrimination, embraces all rivers, and is filled with life and hope!"
Feeling the terrifying power coming from Tongtian's arm, he was so frightened that his soul nearly fled his body, and he began blurting out nonsense:
"Use them to suppress fate? My dear Martial Uncle! That's like using nuclear warheads as stone lions outside your house! They look imposing, domineering, and safe, but those things give off radiation!"
"They naturally clash with the vibrant fate of your Interception Sect, where all things strive freely beneath the frost-filled heavens! Baleful aura and life force will erode each other. It may look fine in the short term, but in the long run, it's like burying four time bombs in the foundation of the sect's fate! When the baleful aura backlashes and the fate collapses, it'll be too late for regrets, Martial Uncle—!!!