After Qing Huan finished speaking, his inward sneer only deepened—given East Prince's miserly nature, if he could truly donate Penglai Immortal Island and his spiritual treasures, Qing Huan would kill himself on the spot before all living beings of the Primordial Wilderness today.
"Qing Huan, you certainly have a silver tongue!"
Daoist Xuanhuang stepped forward, his gaze fixed tightly on Qing Huan.
"The matter at hand is your wrongdoing, so stop changing the subject!
Penglai Immortal Island is the seat of the Immortal Court and has already taken in tens of thousands of living beings. What East Prince has done is far better than anything you have done!"
No matter what happened today, they had to seize those blessed lands.
Daoist Xuanhuang had no intention of giving up such a fine opportunity. Besides, they had a three-against-one advantage.
Looking at the three shameless fools before him, Qing Huan found them even more contemptible than Jieyin and Zhunti of the west.
A trace of killing intent quietly flashed through his eyes.
East Prince could not die by his hand for now. After all, he still had to give Dao Ancestor Hongjun some face. The Head of Male Immortals had only just been appointed; Qing Huan could hardly kill him before a single Kalpa had passed...
This would be challenging the Heavenly Dao, not Hongjun.
Hongjun merely acted on behalf of Heaven, including preaching the Dao to all living beings. Though he had a few selfish motives, they were understandable.
Sages were supposedly free of desire and want—yet that was simply impossible...
As long as one was alive, one would have selfish thoughts and desires...
But these two petty clowns had to perish today.
Afterward, it seemed he would have to serve as Di Jun's strategist for once and deal with East