The one who had arrived was none other than the Heavenly Emperor, Haotian!
The current Second Generation Leader of the Heavenly Court.
A Late Quasi-Saint great power.
With the Heavenly Emperor Throne empowering him, Haotian could unleash the combat strength of the Great Perfection of the Quasi-Saint!
Truly terrifying.
"Xing Tian, stop being unreasonable. Chiyou's defeat was inevitable; you cannot blame it on me."
After appearing, Haotian fixed Xing Tian with a pair of majestic golden eyes as he spoke.
But the Witch Race were all stubborn to the bone. Trying to reason with them was clearly impossible.
"Pah!"
Xing Tian spat, raised his Battle Axe at Haotian, and roared, "Xuanyuan could at most keep Chiyou occupied. If not for the Nine Heavens Profound Lady you sent to assist Xuanyuan and command the military formation, how could Chiyou have lost?!"
"It's all your fault! I'll chop you into mincemeat!"
With that, Xing Tian brandished his Battle Axe and charged at Haotian.
Haotian was helpless.
He now understood the powerlessness Dijun had felt when facing the Witch Race back then.
These Witch Race brutes could not be reasoned with, yet they themselves were terrifyingly powerful.
Behind Xing Tian stood the Witch Race, and behind them stood Saint Houtu. Haotian truly did not dare do much to Xing Tian.
So he attacked without killing.
This immediately made Xing Tian feel that he was being looked down upon.
He grew even more enraged.
"Waaaah!"
"Take my axe!"
Haotian frowned, deeply displeased. "Enough, Xing Tian. Has my repeated restraint actually given you the illusion that you can contend with me?"
"Stop now, and there may still be room for reconciliation!"
Even a clay figure had some temper. Haotian was the Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Court, yet Xing Tian had provoked and humiliated him