"Utter nonsense!"
The Primal Chaos Saint thundered, "You only just became a saint, yet you're already this insolent! Do you truly think saints cannot die? If you wish to seek death, I'll grant your wish myself!" As he spoke, immense might erupted from his body. Above his Dao arena, the heavens churned like surging ink, as though pierced by his cutting words.
Beside him, the Law Saint's eyes shifted slightly. He glanced at him without reacting, and, unusually, offered no judgment of Li Hao. Though he disliked Li Hao, and Li Hao's actions were arrogant, they violated no laws.
Besides, everyone knew of Li Hao's grudges against the Buddhist Sect and the Void Saint. Settling them in the Dao arena was reasonable. He also wanted to see where Li Hao's confidence came from. Could the Source Ancestor have given it to him?
If so, many things would become interesting. He glanced at the Source Ancestor, only to see astonishment in his eyes, which surprised him slightly. Had he been overthinking it? "Haotian, have you thought this through?"
At that moment, the Medicine Saint also spoke. Her voice was gentle and soft, flowing like sweet spring water.
Though she was questioning Li Hao, the Sacred Dao might she revealed through those words easily blocked the Primal Chaos Saint's pressure, preventing it from affecting him.
Li Hao glanced at the Primal Chaos Saint. Their gazes clashed, both burning with anger, while Li Hao concealed his killing intent deep within. He likewise knew that beneath the other man's seemingly furious gaze lurked killing intent. Both had hidden it without exposing it, but Li Hao knew he and Huntian would inevitably fight. Just not now.
"Even if I wished to withdraw, I'm afraid some people wouldn't let me. If the Primal Chaos Saint can