Niu Ben, I'll Ask You One Last Time

Whether it was the Two Saints of the West, Haotian, or the Demon Clan, they all had to lower their heads before him.

Niu Ben, too, had grown used to standing before the Three Pure Ones and settling the Mystic Gate's troubles for them.

But now, faced with the far stronger Luohou, Taishang did not hesitate for a moment.

It was just like back then.

Anyone who wanted to bully his disciple would have to get past him first.

The Primordial Heavenly Lord stepped forward.

"Luohou, don't think being the Demon Ancestor gives you leave to do whatever you please before the Mystic Gate."

"When you contended with our teacher, we had yet to attain the Dao."

"But today's Primordial Wilderness is no longer the age you knew."

The Pangu Banner trembled softly, its law of destruction aimed straight at Luohou's Primordial Spirit.

The Primordial Heavenly Lord had not reached the Heavenly Dao Realm.

But the Pangu Banner had been formed from the Pangu Axe, and its killing power was enough to threaten any saint.

If they truly fought to the death, Luohou could not treat him as an ordinary opponent.

The Tongtian Cult Master raised a hand and waved.

The Four Immortal Slaying Swords spread out to occupy the four sides of the Great Hall.

The Immortal Execution Array Diagram rose slowly, ready to form the array.

"Second Brother is right."

"Luohou, Niu Ben calls me Martial Uncle. That makes him the senior disciple brother of my Interception Sect."

"You're trying to crush him right in front of me. Do you take the Three Pure Ones for nothing?"

Luohou's gaze swept over the Three Pure Ones, his tone growing harsher.

"With just the three of you?"

Tongtian laughed outright.

"What, looking down on us?"

"I know I can't beat