While Xuandu was muttering, Xuan Mo casually sent out an order. Over on the young man's side, all he saw was the Patriarch statue shatter...
The woman in plain robes said, "Senior Brother, you're in trouble. This time, you ran your mouth at someone important. Hmm, you'll probably die. Even the Patriarch statue collapsed, so you're in danger too."
The young man chuckled and said, "Your Senior Brother is, at the very least, a dignified Nascent Soul Stage cultivator." Before he could finish, a thunderbolt struck down. A voice came from the horizon: "Damn you, you're merely at the Nascent Soul Stage, yet you dare curse the Heavenly Emperor? This is the first time I've seen someone with guts this big. The Heavenly Emperor just gave the order, saying your cultivation is too weak and telling me to send you ninety-nine tribulations of thunder. If you can withstand them, we'll call it even."
The young man's face fell as he said, "Junior Sister, you'll protect me, right? I saw you refine a protective treasure some time ago. Could you lend it to me?"
The woman in plain robes said, "Senior Brother, give it up. You're beyond saving this time. Hmm, you even cursed the Heavenly Emperor. If he wants to deal with you, no one in the entire Primordial Wilderness will help you. Even if you beg the Three Pure Ones Patriarchs, it won't do any good."
Hearing this, the young man walked into the courtyard and said, "I admit defeat. If you're going to strike me, then hurry up. Oh, right, leave me your name. After I become a Ghost Cultivator, I'll have to settle the score with you someday."
"I'm Wen Zhong, known as the Taiyi Thunderclap Universal Heavenly Venerate. Kid, don't think about the future. You cursed