This Seat Dies, Not This Humble One

Hearing Haotian's words, Old Ancestor Cangtian nearly choked on his breath.

Slightly versed in fist and foot?

You've already trapped This Seat, and you still want to talk about fist and foot?

Old Ancestor Cangtian hurriedly shouted, "This Seat refuses to accept this!

You, Haotian, rely on your cultivation to act lawlessly!

Fellow Daoists watching, speak up for me!

Speak up for me!

Haotian is purging dissidents!

Today it is This Seat!

Who knows if it won't be you all tomorrow?"

Hearing Old Ancestor Cangtian's cries, Haotian couldn't help but sneer coldly, "Noisy!

In the days of Dijun and Taiyi, you, Old Ancestor Cangtian, dared not utter a word.

Now that Imperial We is in charge, you dare to make trouble.

If Imperial We doesn't show you some real power, how can Imperial We still govern the Primordial World?

Hmph!

Dijun and Taiyi had the Sun True Fire, and Imperial We also has the Emperor Flame!

Today, let you see whether Imperial We's Emperor Flame is any weaker."

With that, Haotian moved his mind.

A wisp of golden-red flame immediately drifted toward Old Ancestor Cangtian.

As the flame touched him, a raging fire erupted on Old Ancestor Cangtian's body.

In an instant.

Old Ancestor Cangtian's screams echoed across the Three Realms.

While Haotian was dealing with Old Ancestor Cangtian on one side.

On the other side, Kunpeng was already cursing in his heart.

Damn it!

This Haotian is truly a dog!

You told me to hold off Old Ancestor Qingtian.

Then you should have done the deed quietly!

What are you playing at over there?

Did you never consider the pressure I'm facing?

This is Old Ancestor Qingtian!

A veteran Perfected Hunyuan Golden Immortal!

Is he someone I, Kunpeng, can mess with?

You've made it known across the entire Primordial World, how am I supposed to stall him now?

Don't you see that Old Ancestor Qingtian has stopped chatting and is just staring straight at me, Kunpeng?

That look in his eyes!

He's practically ready to devour me alive!

Seeing Old Ancestor Qingtian's expression, Kunpeng spoke up, "Fellow Daoist Qing Tian, I say this is a misunderstanding.

Do you believe me?"

As Kunpeng's words fell.

Old Ancestor Qingtian suddenly stood up.

He roared, "I believe in your head!

You, Kunpeng, are truly something!

Fine! Fine! Fine!

You'd better never be caught alone.

If This Seat ever gets the chance, I will never let this rest with you!"

With that, Old Ancestor Qingtian was about to use his divine powers to flee.

But how cunning was Kunpeng?

As one of the top escape artists.

Even in a scene like the Witch-Demon War, he could forcibly carve out a path.

How could he let Old Ancestor Qingtian escape now?

If Old Ancestor Qingtian got away today, then Kunpeng's days of suffering would begin.

The beating from Haotian later wouldn't even count.

From now on, he'd have to stay on constant guard against sneak attacks from Old Ancestor Qingtian.

So, to avoid future trouble.

And to avoid getting beaten.

He could only ask Old Ancestor Qingtian to also enjoy a nice post in the Heavenly Court.

Death to the Dao-friend, not to this poor monk!

Between taking one beating and taking two beatings.

This Seat could only share one of them with you, Dao-friend.

Having thought this through.

Kunpeng moved his mind and immediately cast out the River Diagram and Lo Shu Square.

In the blink of an eye.

A simplified version of the Star Dou Array was laid down.

Although the items used to set up the array were all Acquired Spiritual Treasures.

And their number was far less than the original.

Fortunately, the array's eye was the top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the River Diagram and Lo Shu Square.

Thus.

As soon as the simplified Star Dou Array appeared, it immediately trapped Old Ancestor Qingtian inside.

Seeing the array before him, Old Ancestor Qingtian's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Damn it!

This bastard Kunpeng was really going all out.

He'd thrown down a grand array right from the start.

Then Old Ancestor Qingtian shouted angrily: "Kunpeng!

Don't bring ruin upon yourself!

Remove the array at once.

Or else This Seat will fight you to the death!"

Kunpeng, however, replied calmly: "Remove the array?

Remove what?

This poor Daoist is discussing the Dao with you, Dao-friend—how could I let other cultivators eavesdrop?

You wouldn't want your signature techniques to be overheard by others, would you?

Even if you, Dao-friend, are willing, This Seat is not.

This array absolutely cannot be removed."

At Kunpeng's words, Old Ancestor Qingtian was furious.

He cursed loudly: "Damn it, Kunpeng!

Is Haotian your father?

Why do you obey his arrangements so obediently?

You're a great power in your own right—are you content to be someone's dog?

I advise you not to bring ruin upon yourself. Push me too far.

And I'll drag you down with me."

But hearing this, Kunpeng replied expressionlessly: "Dao-friend, your words are a bit too harsh!

Fortunately, This Seat is magnanimous and won't argue with you.

Forget it!

Let's not say such hurtful things.

Let's continue discussing the Dao."

Though he said this aloud, in his heart Kunpeng was already cursing Old Ancestor Qingtien to high heaven.

You dog, your curses are truly filthy.

Do you think This Seat wants this?

If it weren't for fear of getting beaten, would This Seat wade into this muddy water?

Hmph!

We'll see about that!

Go ahead and curse me dirty now.

If you dare to cause any trouble once you enter the Heavenly Court, this Seat will respect you as a real man.

But Old Ancestor Qingtian, hearing Kunpeng's words, trembled all over with rage.

Discuss the Dao?

Discuss your grandmother's head!

Mother of his!

You Kunpeng are dead set on blocking this Seat.

With that, Old Ancestor Qingtian no longer held any hope of persuasion.

Better to make a swift escape and be done with it.

Wasting time bickering with this dead bird—once Haotian arrives, there'll be no running left.

Though he despised that wretch Old Ancestor Cangtian, That bastard's strength was still on par with his own.

Before Haotian, he didn't even have the power to fight back.

How could this Seat fare any better?

He'd mark this debt against Kunpeng.

Once this Seat escaped today, he'd pluck every last feather off that bird someday.

With that thought, Old Ancestor Qingtian moved his mind, and a Treasure Sword shot toward Kunpeng like lightning.

Seeing Old Ancestor Qingtian make his move, Kunpeng naturally dared not be careless.

He immediately summoned the Demon Master Palace and hurled it at Old Ancestor Qingtian.

In an instant, Streaks of light darted wildly within the great formation.

After a few exchanges, Kunpeng's heart also grew bitter.

I really can't beat him, dammit!

If that bastard Haotian doesn't show up soon, this Seat truly won't be able to hold him back.

While Kunpeng was locked in heated battle with Old Ancestor Qingtian, On the other side, Candle Dragon was likewise facing Old Ancestor Huangtian, whose expression was grim.

Staring at Candle Dragon for a long moment, Old Ancestor Huangtian said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Candle Dragon!

You are not your own master, and this Seat does not blame you.

For the sake of our past friendship, how about letting this Seat leave?

After all, you and I, along with Fellow Daoist Ancestor Dragon, were old acquaintances back then."

Candle Dragon heard this and could only smile bitterly. "Fellow Daoist Huangtian, it's not that this Humble One is unwilling.

But truly, I cannot!

If there were any choice in the matter, this Humble One would not have appeared here today."

Candle Dragon's suffering was something outsiders could never understand.

Sure enough.

Hearing Candle Dragon's words, Old Ancestor Huangtian's expression turned extremely ugly.

He then asked, "Fellow Daoist Candle Dragon truly refuses to show face?"

Candle Dragon shook his head at this.

"It's not that this Humble One refuses to show face.

But before coming, that one gave a death order.

If anything goes wrong, this Humble One will have to suffer the consequences.

Actually, Fellow Daoist might think of it this way.

Joining the Heavenly Court isn't so bad.

Aside from losing your freedom, there's no real harm.

If Fellow Daoist willingly submits, perhaps there will be some..."

Before Candle Dragon could finish, Old Ancestor Huangtian roared angrily, "Shut up!

Candle Dragon, you're willing to be a dog—don't drag this Seat into it!

Do I look like someone who fears death?

This Seat has principles!

Your Dragon Race willingly submitted—did you get any special treatment?"