Time, Karma, and Destiny Could Not Erase Haotian? Seizing Human Dao Authority! Hongjun's Good Corpse

Hongjun stood there, the sensation of that slap still lingering on his face.

The force had been so light it was almost negligible, yet the instant it landed on his face, his mind went blank for a moment.

He subconsciously raised a hand and touched his face.

There was no injury.

It did not hurt.

Yet his entire body was trembling.

That trembling had nothing to do with fear. It was the most instinctive, uncontrollable reaction of his body after rage had burned through every shred of reason.

The Daoist Attendant he had enlightened.

The pawn he had personally elevated to the position of Heavenly Emperor.

A lowly being no different from an ant in his eyes had dared to swing his hand across Hongjun's face before all the great powers of the Primordial Wilderness.

Qingyuan had defeated him and suppressed him, but even Qingyuan had never publicly slapped him.

What gave Haotian the right?

Something that had crawled out of a Chaos Stubborn Stone, a dead object that would never have gained sentience without his enlightenment, a servant he had casually promoted only because he was in a good mood—today, before everyone, had trampled his dignity beneath his feet!!!

This was even harder to bear than killing him!

Hongjun's face changed from livid to purplish red, then from purplish red to a deathly pallor bordering on madness.

The muscles beneath his eyes twitched uncontrollably, while veins bulged at his temples like purplish-black earthworms writhing beneath his skin.

His nostrils flared violently, and his breathing grew so heavy that he no longer resembled a Dao Ancestor, but a beast enraged beyond its limits.

His purple Daoist robe moved without wind, its hems snapping and rolling through Chaos with a muffled rumble like thunder.

Behind him, the Creation Jade Disk suddenly