"Help? Even if you scream yourself hoarse today, no one will come to save you!"
Yang Jian sneered disdainfully. Randeng had bullied the weak with his strength, feared the strong while oppressing the weak, and cried for help the moment things went wrong. He had none of the bearing of a senior master.
Letting such a despicable wretch live was simply a waste of the spiritual energy of the primordial world.
Just as Yang Jian was about to launch a fatal strike,
a figure suddenly descended into the scene.
"Enough!"
The figure casually waved a hand, blocking Yang Jian's attack, and shouted loudly.
"Yang Jian, he is the Vice Sect Master of my Chan Sect. By trying to kill him, are you declaring war on my Chan Sect?"
Yang Jian was startled, his expression turning grave as he looked at the figure.
Randeng, however, was overjoyed.
"Sect Master!"
The newcomer was none other than Primordial Lord of Heaven. Having heard Randeng's cry for help, he knew that Randeng could no longer hold Yang Jian back.
Naturally, Primordial Lord of Heaven would not allow Randeng to perish here, so he decisively intervened and appeared on the scene.
"Declaring war on your Chan Sect?"
Even though he lacked confidence when facing Primordial Lord of Heaven, Yang Jian still forced himself to stand firm and refused to show weakness.
"Your Chan Sect interfered in the internal strife of my human race, and Randeng even tried to kill me. Yet you have the nerve to accuse me of declaring war on your Chan Sect?"
Yang Jian shouted himself hoarse, righteous and resolute, utterly unmoved.
Even before a Saint, Yang Jian remained unyielding and unbowed.
The mighty patriarchs watching the battle were shocked, but also filled with immense admiration.
"Yang Jian is truly incredible. He