The veins on Minghe's forehead bulged. "Otherwise, don't blame me for turning ruthless and killing you here and now!"
Kong Xuan threw back his head and laughed, his laughter sending the clouds surging in all directions. When he finished, he shot Minghe a sidelong glance, his tone as disdainful as a flicked horsetail whisk. "Minghe, you think far too highly of yourself. Do you really think you're a Saint? That you can kill me, Kong Xuan, with ease? Besides—even if I stood here and waited to die, would you dare make a move?"
Everyone throughout the Primordial World knew that Su Yang's fourteen disciples all towered above the heavens and shook the myriad realms. Bai Xuan stood at their head, his divine abilities peerless beneath heaven; even Saints found it difficult to injure him in the slightest. The Four Holy Beasts working together could withstand a Saint head-on without collapsing, and their names resounded throughout the Eight Wastes.
And Kong Xuan's cultivation stood out even among the disciples. Even Saints had to show him some caution—for standing behind him was Su Yang, at the Heavenly Dao Stage, an apex existence who could change heaven and earth with a single thought.
How could Minghe truly dare to kill him? Not to mention that he lacked the ability—even if he had it, he still wouldn't dare touch this sore spot. He had only wanted to put on a show of force and pressure Kong Xuan into backing down. But every word Kong Xuan spoke stabbed straight into his heart, striking his most unbearable weakness—
At that very moment, the killing tribulation between heaven and earth was raging. Baleful energy dyed the Heavenly Vault black, rolling without end. Strangely, this baleful energy was faintly invading the divine senses of Quasi-Saints, disrupting their minds.