The Battle for the Saint Positions! The Demon Ancestor Lays His Cards on the Table

When those demonic patterns appeared, Zhunti's experience at Peach Mountain—where Niu Ben had drained his Saint Origin Essence—surged back into his mind.

Anger, shame, and fear pressed down on him all at once.

"Damn it!"

Zhunti hurriedly recited the Clear-Heart Spell in his mind and barely managed to suppress those thoughts.

Jieyin reached out and gripped his shoulder.

"Junior Brother, hold fast to yourself. Don't give Luohou an opening."

"I know."

Zhunti answered through clenched teeth.

Niu Ben watched the exchange and was delighted.

Zhunti had lost Origin Essence, and his Dao Heart was already unstable. Now he had run into the grandmaster of inner demons. Luohou's specialty was a perfect match for him.

If Luohou truly wanted to deal with him, he would not even need to lift a finger.

A few days' stay at Western Spirit Mountain, and Zhunti would torment himself half to death.

Haotian was not having an easy time either.

He had once been a boy attendant under Hongjun and knew many secrets of the Dao-Devil War.

The fact that Luohou dared enter Purplexiao Palace alone meant he did not fear Hongjun making a move.

More importantly, Hongjun had not immediately driven him out.

That alone said plenty.

Could Luohou already be strong enough to stand against the Dao Ancestor?

The thought had barely surfaced before Haotian snuffed it out.

Sometimes, knowing too much was no blessing.

Di Jun's thoughts went further.

The Mystic Gate had the Three Pure Ones and Niu Ben, and even Niu Ba was a Saint.

The Western Teachings had Jieyin and Zhunti.

The Wu Clan had Dijiang.

The Heavenly Court had Haotian too.

Every faction had someone powerful behind it. Only the Demon Clan had no Saint.

If I could forge a connection with the Demon Ancestor...

Di Jun had