The Bitter Pill Zhunti Had to Swallow!

"It happened right there! In the western territory, right under the eyes of you two Saints! Our Demon Clan envoy was intercepted by those Wu Clan brutes!"

"The three Innate Spiritual Treasures were completely looted! Demon Marshal Ji Meng was severely wounded and nearly perished! Of the several thousand Demon Soldiers accompanying him, not a single one survived—their souls and spirits were utterly destroyed!"

Di Jun's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed beyond the Great Hall, toward the western sky, his voice filled with grief and fury.

"Two Saints!"

"Let me ask you this: why did Dijiang, Zhu Rong, and Gong Gong of the Wu Clan appear so precisely along the required route of our Demon Clan's flying vessel?"

"Let me ask another question: such a shocking crime occurred in western territory, yet why did neither of you Saints notice it or offer any assistance?"

"Our Demon Clan came with the utmost sincerity, only to suffer devastating losses of both men and treasure on your territory!"

"Shouldn't you two Saints give the Demon Clan an explanation for this?!"

The barrage of questions struck Zhunti and Jieyin squarely in the face like a volley of cannon fire.

The entire Great Thunderclap Temple fell deathly silent.

Saint Zhunti was completely dumbfounded.

His mouth hung open. He wanted to argue, but found that he could not utter a single word.

Because everything Di Jun had said was true!

That was right!

It had happened in western territory!

By all rights, once they had entered their territory, the Western Teachings had an obligation to ensure their guests' safety.

Yet not only had they failed to protect them, they had watched helplessly as they were robbed without saying a damn thing.

Now that Di Jun had turned around and questioned them, how could they refute