"Junior Brother, there's no point talking to him any further." Saint Jieyin, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke slowly.
His expression was calm, his eyes as still as an ancient well. Yet deep within those seemingly compassionate eyes lurked a chilling killing intent.
"Since he refuses to admit it, beat him until he does."
The moment his words fell, Saint Jieyin moved.
He made no unnecessary movements. He simply raised a hand and lightly struck his palm toward Minghe.
Boom!
A massive golden palm formed from boundless Buddhist light instantly tore through the void, spanning billions of miles. Carrying the majestic might to suppress three thousand worlds and save all living beings, it came crashing down upon Minghe!
A battle between Saints was about to erupt!
This earth-shaking commotion instantly drew the attention of countless great experts throughout the Great Desolation World.
Jin'ao Island, Biyou Palace.
Sect Master Tongtian abruptly opened his eyes. Two flashes of sword light capable of slaughtering heaven and obliterating earth flickered past as his gaze pierced endless void and fell upon the Nether Blood Sea.
"Jieyin? Zhunti? Hmph, those two shameless scoundrels actually dared to trouble Minghe again?"
He snorted coldly, but did not intervene immediately.
Minghe was now a Saint and stood within the Blood Sea, his home ground. Sect Master Tongtian wanted to see what tricks the Two Saints of the West could pull.
Human Race, Fire Cloud Cave.
Huang Tian's Clone sat upon the Human Emperor's throne, the Fortune Golden Dragon of humanity coiling around him. He too sensed the battle's ripples from the Blood Sea.
"Have the Western Teachings been driven into a corner?" A cold smile curved his lips as he lowered his head and continued handling the Human Race's affairs, seemingly unconcerned with this battle between Saints.