When You Slap Faces, Slap Them Ruthlessly! Tongtian: What Do Your Disciples Have That Can Compare with Mine?

At that thought, Mo Wen looked once more at the enormous Light Screen before him.

Information on one Tribulation Transcender after another flashed past his eyes.

Jin Ling, Jie Sect disciple, Golden Immortal, eligible for transformation!

"Wouldn't giving this round to the Jie Sect be a bit too much?"

"Still, bringing down a thunder tribulation upon a Jie Sect disciple does go rather smoothly!"

"Fine, then!"

"I've already slapped the Chan Sect in the face anyway. One more time won't matter!"

"The rewards are more important!"

"..."

Mo Wen had originally been considering whether he was favoring the Jie Sect too much.

But on second thought, Yuanshi was already planning to ask Hongjun for an Imperial Decree to have the authority over the Transformation Thunder Tribulation taken back. Why should he save the other party any face?

When slapping faces, one had to slap them to death!

Who told those people to keep plotting against his authority over the Transformation Thunder Tribulation?

He truly wanted to see the looks on the faces of those Saints when they joined Hongjun in petitioning the Heavenly Dao, only to find themselves unable to reclaim the authority over the Transformation Thunder Tribulation.

By then, those Saints would surely understand that some schemes were simply useless.

Perhaps that would spare him quite a bit of trouble.

Of course, the premise was that he could not expose tracks. Otherwise, he would surely face a deadly calamity.

"Whatever!"

"At worst, I just won't leave!"

With a cold snort, Mo Wen immediately split off a strand of Divine Sense and sent it toward the enormous Light Screen before him.

To claim the rewards smoothly, he had to pay some price after all!

Alone within the Thunder Tribulation Divine Palace, aside from being somewhat lonely, he was fairly safe.