He knew his lies could never fool Hongjun. A Saint's power was far beyond his imagination.
"Enough. Hand over the Nine Dragon Golden Staff."
"Whether Eastern Prince Gong was foolish or simply afraid of death, the Nine Dragon Golden Staff was still the symbol of the Head of Male Immortals. It cannot be lost."
As Hongjun spoke, he extended his right hand toward Fuxi.
Knowing he was in the wrong, Fuxi could only take out the Nine Dragon Golden Staff he had just acquired and hand it over to Hongjun.
Still, there was a trace of reluctance on Fuxi's face.
Hongjun accepted the Nine Dragon Golden Staff, looked at Fuxi, and said, "You really are bold."
Fuxi lowered his head and said, "Fuxi would not dare. Fuxi has always respected Saints."
"Would not dare? You even dared to provoke someone like Great Immortal Yang Mei, a Peak Quasi-Saint. Is there anyone in the entire Hong Huang World you would not dare to provoke?"
Hongjun slowly retorted.
"Hm?"
Fuxi raised his head and asked, "Great Immortal Yang Mei was a Peak Quasi-Saint? His Good Corpse looked so weak that I thought his true body's cultivation could not be much better."
Hongjun gently shook his head and explained, "Back then, Demon Ancestor Luohu and I fought him. His Good Corpse took two strikes from Luohu in his place. Those two strikes knocked his Good Corpse directly from the late Quasi-Saint stage down to the Grand Unity Golden Immortal stage."
"Now, his cultivation has reached the Peak Quasi-Saint stage. Throughout the Hong Huang, other than me, he has no equal for now."
Fuxi scratched his head and said, "I had no choice. I never intended to provoke him. It was his Good Corpse that wanted to kill me first."
"When will all this