Luohu stood smiling, his expression warm and pleasant.
Yet Xiongba and Liu Rui felt their scalps go numb, an icy chill piercing their hearts.
Within the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, Buddhism and Daoism flourished while the demonic path waned. But no matter how weakened the demonic path was, this Demon Ancestor remained an unrivaled giant among the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.
Let alone the two of them—even a Hunyuan present here would have changed expression.
More importantly, this Demon Ancestor had always been the master of calamity and the symbol of destruction. Anyone who encountered him rarely met a good end.
"Demon Ancestor..."
Xiongba's face turned pale, his voice incomparably hoarse.
"We did not know the Demon Ancestor was descending and failed to welcome you properly. Please forgive our offense..."
Liu Rui wore an ugly expression and said nothing.
Before such a Supreme Being, even he felt like a lone boat amid raging waves, in danger of capsizing at any moment.
This was a gap in essence, one that simply could not be erased.
In truth, even now, he had no idea where this Demon Ancestor before them truly was, though he seemed to be standing right in front of them.
"Even if you gave it your all, what role do you think you could play in the clash between those two?"
Luohu smiled gently, but deep in his eyes lay nothing but icy coldness.
"Or do you think there is something you can do?"
Liu Rui's brows twitched. Naturally, being looked down upon did not feel good, but he could not refute it. Compared with those few, although he and Xiongba had once swept through the Three Thousand Realms and dominated many great universes, they amounted to nothing now.
What does he want to do?
*Does he intend to