At these words, the anger on Dijun's dignified face immediately surged forth. He snapped, "You dare?!"
Eastern Emperor Tai Yi drew out the Chaos Bell, looking ready to fight at the slightest disagreement.
The other demon saints and Daluo also glared furiously at the people beneath the Heavenly Gate!
The two sides remained locked in confrontation.
Di Jiang chuckled. "Dijun, just try and see whether my Witch Race dares. If you do not release the Human Race, then everything your Demon Race has done to them, my Witch Race will return in full upon your Demon Race!"
Zhu Jiuyin shook his head, his expression brimming with ridicule as he looked at the Heavenly Court's people. "Your Heavenly Court has always proclaimed itself the orthodox lineage of the Heavenly Dao, cowing and ruling over the myriad races—yet behind the scenes, you do such filthy things. Dijun, tell me: if the Myriad Races of the Primordial World learned of this, would they still willingly submit to your rule?"
"Exactly, exactly!"
Gonggong spoke disdainfully. "Your Heavenly Court looks radiant, upright, and magnificent, but in truth, you are a thousand, ten thousand times filthier than Styx's Sea of Blood."
Styx: "..."
Though everything you said is true, I'm still standing right here. You're talking trash about me without even avoiding me, huh?
Forget it, forget it. Everyone in the Primordial World knows the Ancestral Witches have no brains.
Besides, one could not provoke an Ancestral Witch. Provoking one meant provoking them all.
With people pointing at his nose and cursing him, Dijun's expression darkened to the extreme.
He could not understand how this had been exposed. They had clearly carried it out in secret within the Heavenly Court, without making a grand show of it, and with the Chaos Bell concealing the Heavenly Secrets—so