I, Haotian, Will Ruin the Western Saints!

"How dare you, brat!"

With Saint Zhunti's furious roar, all of Mount Sumeru trembled. Within the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, countless Merit Golden Lotuses withered in an instant, only to bloom anew beneath Saint Jieyin's sorrowful Saintly Might.

Those eyes that always carried a hint of calculation were now filled with boundless fury.

He had killed a Quasi-Saint of their Western Teachings?

And done so before Heavenly Emperor Haotian, on Heavenly Court territory?

This was no longer merely a slap in the face. It was ripping off the face of their Western Teachings, along with the very ground of Mount Sumeru, then throwing it down and trampling it over and over!

"What a Yang Jian! What a Mystic Gate!"

Zhunti trembled with rage. The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand erupted with immeasurable divine light, as though it would tear through the void in the next moment and descend directly into the Primordial Wilderness, seize Yang Jian, and suppress him beneath Mount Sumeru for countless eons.

"Junior Brother, calm yourself."

Saint Jieyin slowly spoke from the side. His voice was as sorrowful as ever, yet an even colder glint flashed in his half-open eyes than in Zhunti's.

He did not look at the enraged Zhunti, nor did he pay any heed to Haotian's complaints. Instead, he fixed his gaze upon Haotian.

A Saint's gaze seemed capable of seeing through all falsehood.

"Heavenly Emperor," Jieyin said slowly and heavily, "you are the supreme ruler of the Three Realms personally appointed by Dao Ancestor, bearing Heavenly Dao Destiny. Your cultivation has long since advanced to sainthood."

"No matter how extraordinarily gifted Yang Jian may be, he is merely a newly advanced Quasi-Saint."

"Even if the old servant by his side truly is a Late Quasi-Saint, before you, the Heavenly Emperor, he