Dead silence.
The ruins of the collapsed Demon Realm were silent as a grave.
Every gaze was fixed on one spot.
There, Niu Ben stood like an unshakable Primordial Divine Mountain. Divine light flowed across the Chaos Five Elements Flag in his hand as he forced back the net that embodied the will of the Primordial Wilderness's Heavenly Dao.
In front of everyone, he had moved to stop Dao Ancestor Hongjun!
He was insane!
The Senior Disciple Brother had completely lost his mind!
"Gulp..."
Daoist Zhunti swallowed hard. Sprawled on the ground, he trembled even harder. He secretly sent a voice transmission to Jieyin beside him, his voice thick with shock and... excitement?
"Senior brother, that bull demon has some nerve! That's the Dao Ancestor! How dare he make a move against him?"
The pained look on Daoist Jieyin's face deepened. He glanced at Niu Ben's back, then at the impassive figure within the Violet Qi, and replied quietly, "Let's wait and see. This is an internal matter of the Mystic Gate. We shouldn't interfere."
That was what he said, but a gleam of eager anticipation shone in his narrowed eyes.
Fight! Go on, fight!
The more the Mystic Gate tears itself apart, the better the Western Teachings' chance to move in!
The Three Pure Ones, on the other hand, looked far less pleased.
Tongtian Cult Master tightened his grip on the Qingping Sword, loosened it, then tightened it again. He looked from his disciple's defiant back to his teacher's unchanging face, frantic as an ant on a hot pan.
Why did the boy have to be so impulsive?
*That was their teacher! The Dao Ancestor who had granted them their Saint Positions! Even if he was acting underhandedly and trying to claim the prize, the boy couldn't challenge him