"Your disciple kowtows and thanks you, Master!"
Su Yang's gaze swept across the scene, as tranquil as a frozen pool, yet seeming to slice across the brows of every Saint present like twin blades. Then his figure dissipated soundlessly like smoke.
"Enough. Let's go back."
Daoist Zhunti was disheveled and humiliated, not a trace of composure remaining. Silently supported by Daoist Jieyin, he led Purple Emperor westward in dejection.
In this battle, Su Yang had challenged two Saints alone. His fists had shattered mountains, and his sleeves had scattered clouds. The Six Great Sages had witnessed it all with their own eyes, and the shock had struck them to the bone.
That awe-inspiring might, that tyrannical power that crushed laws with every casual gesture, sent chills down the backs of the Saints and left them speechless for a long while.
"Is it over?"
Su Yang's lips curved faintly. "The scheme has succeeded. Zhunti and Jieyin have been utterly disgraced. From today onward, which of the Six Saints under Heaven would still dare stab me in the back or secretly hinder me?"
Indeed, this whole battle had been staged to establish his authority.
Although the Six Saints knew that he was the first Saint born after World Creation, an ancient Demon God who had wandered beyond the primordial void since Primordial Chaos first opened, they had never known just how powerful he truly was. That uncertainty had always hung over their hearts like a sharp sword.
There were eight Saints under Heaven and Earth. Dao Ancestor Hongjun controlled the Jade Plate of Fortune, while his six disciples had successively attained the Dao. Only Su Yang stood apart from the Seven Saints. Now that Hongjun had merged with the Dao and transformed into the heavens, he was no longer a man.
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