Randeng was the Vice Sect Master of the Chan Sect, a figure second only to one and above countless others within the Chan Sect.
Yang Jian dared to kill him before his very eyes. Wasn't that a slap in his face?
The Chan Sect had also lost a quasi-saint because of this. How could Primordial Lord of Heaven not be furious?
As he looked at Yang Jian, killing intent swirled in his eyes. He had already developed the intent to kill.
Originally, he had thought that unless it was a critical moment, he would not directly attack a disciple of Changsheng Palace.
But now, it seemed that not taking action was no longer an option!
If he did not kill Yang Jian here to avenge Randeng, where would the Chan Sect's dignity, or his own dignity as Primordial Lord of Heaven, be placed?
Facing Primordial Lord of Heaven's gaze, Yang Jian did not care in the slightest and merely began cleaning up the battlefield.
Randeng's Spirit Coffin Lantern was a fine treasure. Naturally, he could not let it slip away.
Randeng was an old quasi-saint. How could he lack treasures and pills?
"You!"
Seeing Yang Jian's indifferent manner, Primordial Lord of Heaven grew even more enraged and was already preparing to strike.
"Fellow Daoist, I advise you to calm down."
Seeing this, Zhen Yuanzi smiled faintly and spoke lightly.
"I spared your life just now out of consideration for our past friendship."
"If you still fail to appreciate my kindness, I do not mind truly taking action."
As Zhen Yuanzi spoke, he had already begun rolling up his sleeves.
"Zhen Yuanzi, you..."
Primordial Lord of Heaven turned back and looked at the utterly serious Zhen Yuanzi, his heart filled with grief and indignation.
Judging by Zhen Yuanzi's expression, Primordial Lord