"That's right, Randeng. If you have any shame left, withdraw the Spirit Coffin Lantern!"
"Exactly! If you want to preserve your reputation, Randeng, leave at once!"
Filled with righteous indignation, they spoke out to condemn Randeng.
However, Randeng could not care less and continued suppressing Yang Jian.
Meanwhile, the Twelve Golden Immortals, still seething from Yang Jian's earlier mockery, began to retort.
"Hehe! Weren't you looking quite impressive just now? Why are you like this now?"
"The Senior Disciple Brother of Changsheng Palace—what mighty prestige!"
"Hahaha! Let him be arrogant! Let him be wild! Now he's getting his comeuppance!"
The Chan Sect members burst into laughter, feeling incomparably satisfied.
Naturally, the Interception Sect refused to accept this, and the two sects immediately began hurling insults at each other. The scene was rather astonishing.
Yang Jian's suppression also shocked the great powers and ancient ancestors watching the battle, though they soon understood.
"Sigh, he's only a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, after all!"
"Exactly. Randeng is a quasi-saint. How can Yang Jian possibly contend against him?"
"He can't even fully unleash the Eastern Emperor Bell's power. Naturally, there's no suspense!"
Everyone lamented it deeply. A genius like Yang Jian had astonished the entire Primordial World the moment he emerged.
But no flower remained red for a hundred days. Today, he had finally suffered a crushing defeat in life!
"Ha ha, good!"
Seeing this, Primordial Lord of Heaven felt immensely pleased.
Although Randeng always seemed to have ulterior motives, his strength was undeniably exceptional.
"Now that Yang Jian has been suppressed, it will show all living beings of the Primordial World that Changsheng Palace is not so terrifying!"
Yang Jian was the Senior Disciple Brother of Changsheng Palace. As long as he was suppressed, it would change everyone's perception.
When the time came,