Chi You VS Haotian's Incarnation

"Personal ties?"

Haotian's incarnation chewed over those two words. His eternally majestic face had darkened so much it seemed ready to drip water.

The fury in his heart burned a hundred times hotter than when Yang Jian had wounded his Dharma body.

One Yang Jian—a mere Quasi-Saint, an ant-like thing—had relied on brute strength to provoke his authority time and again. That was one thing.

But now, even Chi You, a loser from the ancient Witch-Demon war, a dead soul who ought to have been buried beneath the dust of history, dared to step forward and stand against him?

And he spoke of "personal ties"? Of "seeking justice"?

Whose face was he slapping?

He was blatantly telling all living beings of the Three Realms that Haotian's authority and the laws of his Heavenly Court could be trampled at will!

"What a Chi You!"

Haotian's incarnation spoke in an ice-cold voice, every word containing killing intent enough to freeze time and space.

"You think that after obtaining some trifling opportunity and cultivating some grotesque so-called Ancestral Witch body, you are qualified to shout in front of Us?"

"We do not care who instructed you, nor do We care whether Qin Mu stands behind you!"

"Since you dared interfere today, then die here together with that wretch Yang Jian!"

When a Saint raged, heaven and earth changed color.

Haotian's incarnation had completely flown into a rage. He spoke no further. The Heavenly Emperor's Sword in his hand burst with golden light stretching billions of zhang, while the phantoms of the sun, moon, and stars, mountains, rivers, and peaks condensed upon its blade seemed to come alive at that moment.

A supreme power of laws that judged the Myriad Spirits and wielded heavenly punishment erupted completely!

"Heavenly laws, imperial decree—execute!"

Haotian's incarnation swung