"Hm?"
Hongjun raised his brows, recalled his three corpses, and remained calm. "Do you think you can still turn this around?"
"Under the Heavenly Dao, it was destined long ago. Those who do not revere the Heavenly Dao will surely bring about their own destruction!"
Rahula sneered, his heart filled with contempt. "The Heavenly Dao? Heh. A mighty Chaos Demon God having to revere the Heavenly Dao—what a disgrace to Chaos Demon Gods."
Back then, the Heavenly Dao had not even been worthy of carrying his shoes. Yet now, he had been plotted against by it.
"Say whatever you like. Today, you deserve to fall!"
In Hongjun's eyes, there was no right or wrong, only one belief: to become the strongest.
So what if he obeyed the Heavenly Dao? So many Chaos Demon Gods had died, yet was he not still alive and well?
That was enough!
"Those who walk different paths cannot conspire together! Even if I die today, I will not let you, Hongjun, have an easy time!"
A trace of resolve flashed through Rahula's eyes. His hands formed seals without pause, and his aura suddenly turned violent, instantly drawing upon the spiritual veins of the entire western Primordial Wilderness.
"Hm? Something is wrong. Why do I sense an anomaly in the spiritual veins?"
Rahula suppressed his aura, his expression changing repeatedly.
He had begun laying out his plans long ago. Every spiritual vein in the west had been covered with formations, prepared for the worst.
Once the plan failed, he would detonate all the western spiritual veins and perish alongside his enemy.
"Hongjun, you despicable bastard!"
Rahula was furious beyond measure and directly confronted Hongjun.
He thought Hongjun had discovered his plan and sent people to destroy the formations he had set within the western spiritual veins.