Nuwa scolded him, standing on the moral high ground.
Her words rang out like a judgment from the Heavenly Dao, carrying the might of a Saint as they crashed down upon Huang Tian and the Human Race!
She hoped to use this to salvage her dignity as a Saint.
Seeing Nuwa's anger, the mighty figures of the Primordial Wilderness who were watching all held their breath.
"The real show is about to begin!"
"The wrath of a Saint... I wonder how the Human Race can possibly withstand it?"
"The Human Emperor is leading the Human Race straight into the Abyss!"
"That's a Saint! How could a mere Human Race dare to provoke one?"
"Trying to strip her of her Fortune as a Saint? What wishful thinking!"
"..."
The mighty figures sighed in dismay.
They didn't believe the Human Race had what it took to stand against a Saint.
Facing the pressure of Nuwa's aura, Huang Tian was utterly unafraid. Instead, he puffed out his chest and met her gaze without the slightest fear.
"Hahaha!"
Huang Tian suddenly burst into laughter.
As he laughed, his eyes turned cold, and he said icily:
"Nuwa!"
"Stop putting on that Holy Mother airs in front of my Human Race!"
"You... are unworthy of being the Holy Mother of my Human Race!"
His voice rang out like a great bell, resounding throughout the entire Primordial World.
Hearing Huang Tian's words, Nuwa's expression grew colder. She hovered above the clouds, Saintly radiance swirling around her.
Since attaining Sagehood, no one had ever dared speak to her like that.
Huang Tian paid it no mind and continued:
"My Human Race intends to strip you of your title as our Holy Mother. There are three reasons. Listen carefully!"
"First."
"You keep going on about your great act of