Luo Tiandi's eyelids twitched. He wished he could bite Jiao Shenyun to death. They had been brothers for many years, loyal to each other to the very depths of their hearts. He had thought the two of them had long since understood one another completely, knowing each other's warmth and cold.
Who would have thought that at such a critical moment, Jiao Shenyun would actually tell that demon he absolutely would not interfere!
Couldn't he see that the white-robed youth before them was as savage as a demon?
Was he about to be unable to hold on any longer?
"What's going on with the Yin-Yang Holy Son? Why is his expression so stiff?"
"Could the pressure be too great? Is he unable to endure it?"
"How is that possible? That is the Yin-Yang Holy Son! How could a mere grassroots prodigy trouble him?"
Several old demons nearby whispered among themselves, their faces filled with strange looks. At this moment, Luo Tiandi remained cold as frost, yet the corners of his eyes and brows kept twitching, as though he were desperately suppressing some emotion, striving not to let it erupt.
"Shenyun, you truly know me well. A mere grassroots nobody from a backwater dynasty—I can suppress him with a flip of my hand. Why would I need anyone else to intervene!"
Luo Tiandi gritted his teeth, his back molars itching with hatred.
If not for all these demons and the Divine Army watching nearby, he would have loved nothing more than to slap Jiao Shenyun across the face.
Yet at this very moment, he could only grit his teeth and hold on, fighting the white-robed youth before him to the death.
In the void, the Yin-Yang Divine Seal clashed head-on with the golden sword of light. Divine radiance crisscrossed the sky,