Haotian Was Also Afraid

Haotian's heart, once brimming with fury and killing intent, was instantly doused from head to toe by a basin of icy water upon learning this cruel truth.

What replaced it was endless lingering fear and apprehension.

What kind of existence had he provoked today?!

A monster whom even the Heavenly Dao could do nothing against—one it even had to compromise with in return!

And he had actually dreamed of suppressing him?

He truly hadn't known the immensity of heaven and earth!

Haotian even felt somewhat fortunate—fortunate that he had died early.

If Qin Mu had not slain him with a single sword strike back then, and he had instead been forced into a corner like Venerable Yuanshi, would the Heavenly Dao also have descended... to pronounce his crimes?

After all, in order to suppress Yaoji, he had used Heavenly Dao Power to reinforce Peach Mountain. That too counted as abusing his authority and failing in the duties of the Heavenly Emperor.

The very thought made Haotian break out in a cold sweat.

Looking at his still somewhat illusory Saint body, he felt the chill of death for the first time.

Saints could truly die.

And they would vanish completely and utterly.

That realization was like a sharp blade plunging viciously into his Dao heart, reducing his pride and dignity as a Saint to ruins.

"Then... what about Jieyin and Zhunti?"

Haotian swallowed with difficulty and asked in a hoarse voice.

He wanted to know the fate of his two "allies."

Taibai Venus did not dare conceal anything. He hurriedly recounted how the Two Saints of the West had knelt and begged for mercy, only to be disgracefully dismissed by Qin Mu with a single word: "Scram."

After hearing it, an exceedingly complicated expression appeared on Haotian's face.

There was contempt,