"How dare you! What demon dares to trespass into the Western Heavenly Court?!"
Haotian shot to his feet. His imperial robes billowed without wind, and the Haotian Mirror's radiance surged, forcibly pushing the Saintly Might oppressing the hall several yards away.
He looked beyond the hall, his brows tightly furrowed and his heart filled with astonishment.
He was far too familiar with this Saintly aura.
It belonged to the Two Saints of the West!
Yet Haotian simply could not understand it. Zhunti had only just had his physical body and Dao Fruit destroyed by Qin Mu in the Blood Sea, while Jieyin had fled in panic. Why had these two frightened birds come here instead of tucking their tails and running for their lives?
Under Haotian's uncertain gaze, the doors of Lingxiao Treasure Hall exploded open with a thunderous blast, and two figures radiating boundless divine might strode inside.
Two enormous Saint manifestations occupied the entire void within Lingxiao Treasure Hall. Golden light and Black Mist intertwined, casting the originally solemn Heavenly Emperor's palace in a grim and chilling hue.
Jieyin stood expressionlessly on the left. Buddhist light flickered faintly around his thin, gaunt body, but an indescribable ruthlessness filled those suffering eyes.
Zhunti strode to the center of the hall, a newly condensed broken branch of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree floating above his head. The full pressure of a seventh-level Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal descended without restraint.
The white jade floor of Lingxiao Treasure Hall cracked inch by inch beneath Zhunti's feet, letting out piercing cracks.
"Haotian!"
Zhunti stood below the throne, looking down at Haotian seated upon the imperial throne. His voice was cold as a blade scraping bone. **"You still dare sit there peacefully before This Seat? Get down here and kneel to welcome a