Even out of respect for the Dao Ancestor, everyone outwardly acknowledged Haotian as the ruler of the Primordial World.
But that was merely going through the motions. In truth, no one took him seriously.
Haotian had his own unspoken grievances. For all these years, he had barely held things together, and whenever he encountered a sect with even a little influence, he chose to keep the peace.
Everyone was happy with this arrangement. Since the Heavenly Court knew its place, they did not mind giving the Dao Ancestor and Haotian some face. They still acknowledged Haotian as the lord of the Heavenly Court, allowing him to indulge in his dream of ruling the Primordial World.
Yet no one had expected Haotian to act so high-profile today.
Not only had he forced Kunpeng back with a single move, but he had also summoned countless Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.
This move truly exceeded everyone's expectations, and they all stared blankly at Haotian.
Haotian did not care what those people thought. After forcing Kunpeng back, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
In his view, Kunpeng, who had once narrowly missed attaining a Saint's position, was his greatest rival here.
Now that Kunpeng had chosen to retreat under the Heavenly Court's might, the Heavenly Court had seized the initiative.
Thinking of this, Haotian could not help growing spirited. He swept his gaze around and spoke in a loud voice.
"The Heavenly Court was ordained by Heaven and personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor. Such an object of the Heavenly Dao should naturally be governed by my Heavenly Court."
"I have deployed troops here today. I would like to ask—who else is there?"
Haotian was incomparably confident. As his voice fell, countless Heavenly Soldiers and Generals formed ranks and battle formations, surrounding the