With a Master Like This, What Great Undertaking Could Fail?

Niu Ben looked at Luohou, and the easygoing expression on his face vanished completely, replaced by pure fighting intent.

"Face?"

"Luohou, have you misunderstood something? Face is earned through one's own fists, not handed out by others."

Niu Ben's voice echoed through the Great Hall, every word exceptionally clear.

"You think This Seat isn't giving you face because you're not qualified to receive any from This Seat!"

The instant his words fell, Niu Ben's blood and qi erupted.

The three thousand phantoms of Heavenly Gang Divine Oxen no longer remained hidden within his body. They manifested directly within the Purple Firmament Palace, each throwing back its head in a roar as vast blood and qi condensed into tangible crimson smoke that surged straight toward Luohou's demonic world.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Luohou spoke three consecutive words of praise, the fury in his eyes nearly setting the Purple Firmament Palace ablaze.

"Today, This Seat will make you understand that between the Heavenly Dao Realm and sainthood lies an insurmountable chasm you will never cross!"

"Suppression!"

Luohou raised two fingers like a sword and pointed at Niu Ben from afar.

The demonic world condensed from boundless demonic qi was no longer merely pressure. It transformed into a real world, carrying the terrifying power to obliterate all things as it crashed down upon Niu Ben.

At that moment, even the Heavenly Dao laws within the Purple Firmament Palace wailed, as though they could not withstand this power.

"Perfect!"

Rather than retreat, Niu Ben advanced, fiercely stomping his right foot against the ground.

The entire Purple Firmament Palace shook, and the floor beneath his foot instantly turned to powder.

"Today, I'll see just how much this demon ancestor is worth!"

Amid his roar, a great flag appeared from thin air and hovered above Niu Ben's