With a sharp knock on the head, Sect Master Tongtian squatted on the ground like a child, rubbing his head as tears welled up in his eyes.
Earthly Dao Saint Houtu was utterly dumbfounded.
This scene had completely shattered Houtu and King Qin Guang's worldview.
Not even Dao Ancestor Hongjun could make a Saint suffer like this.
Was this Master Zhang? Was this Master Zhang's strength?
With such a casual move, such an ordinary knock on the head, he could make a Saint's eyes brim with tears?
King Qin Guang swallowed hard, secretly thanking his luck. Fortunately, when Zhang Yifan had first entered the Hall of the King of Hell, he had not put on airs or tried to flaunt his authority. He had not ordered the Ghost Messengers to seize him. Otherwise, no matter how many layers of skin he had, it would not have been enough to peel away.
Suddenly, Houtu's body trembled as she thought of something.
After the Jade Emperor had used the Dog Head Guillotine to behead Grand Supreme Elder Laozi, he had called Sect Master Tongtian his grandnephew the moment he saw him.
And Sect Master Tongtian had not objected.
Could it be because of Master Zhang?
One called him Father, while the other called him Grandfather.
Later, a black shadow comparable to a Saint had destroyed Mount Spirit's earth veins and spiritual veins with a single swing of its hoe, causing hundreds of thousands of Bodhisattvas and Arhats to perish. It had even dug off Saint Zhunti's head with one strike!
This had shaken every great expert on the Primordial Continent. Even the Saints had investigated, wanting to uncover the black shadow's identity.
But no one had been able to find anything.
Even she, an Earthly Dao Saint, had failed to find the