XUANYUAN'S FURY AT DISRESPECT FOR A SAINT

In Heavenly Wolf Patriarch's eyes, let alone a mere Saint Xuanyuan, even if all the saints of the heavens gathered at Mount Buzhou, they would still be no match for Di Jiang.

Even when beating a dog, one had to consider its master. With Di Jiang, invincible throughout the ages, backing him, all the saints of the heavens were nothing more than ants in his eyes!

The thought flashed by, and Heavenly Wolf Patriarch stepped forward. His icy gaze fixed directly on Saint Xuanyuan ahead, his tone indifferent and cold, without the slightest hint of respect:

"Saint Xuanyuan, you have come from afar. Your intentions are appreciated."

"However, my master, Great Emperor Houtu, is not on Mount Buzhou. He has ventured deep into Chaos to wage war. With the master absent, no one may receive guests in his stead. Saint, please return."

His words were blunt and decisive, without detour or room for negotiation, directly declining Xuanyuan's request for an audience.

Xuanyuan's expression paused slightly upon hearing this. Di Jiang was absent—such a heaven-sent opportunity could not be abandoned so easily. Thus, Xuanyuan remained composed and spoke again in a gentle voice:

"So the Great Emperor is not on the mountain. It seems Xuanyuan has been presumptuous."

"Since the Great Emperor has yet to return, I can simply wait outside the mountain. I ask that you two allow me inside so I may wait quietly in the main hall for the Great Emperor's return. I will absolutely not disturb the order of the divine hall."

These words were already a concession. He had lowered his saintly status and sought only an opportunity to wait, intending to plan his next move afterward.

Yet before his words had fully settled, Heavenly Wolf Patriarch coldly interrupted him. His tone suddenly hardened, refusing to