Hongjun made no attempt to hide his arrogance. His gaze was even more deep and unfathomable, and the oppressive force of his immense aura surged straight at them.
Aside from Su Miao and the Suiren Clan, who were protected by the Six Saints, Haotian and Yaochi had already been crushed by that pressure until they lay sprawled on the ground, all five limbs prostrate, in an utterly wretched state.
Goosebumps prickled over Haotian's entire body. He was already beginning to regret coming here to file his complaint.
He feared Hongjun, and feared even more that in this game, he no longer had any value worth exploiting.
He did not dare imagine the consequences of that at all.
"You think... this is the end?"
Hongjun rose from the Cloud Bed, his gaze dark and obscure, his laughter cold, sinister, and sharp.
The golden chains shattered inch by inch, fragments flying everywhere. The unlucky Haotian had his left shoulder grazed by one shard, and blood seeped out.
Anyone with eyes could see that the current Hongjun was not right, to say nothing of the fact that he had now broken free of the chains' restraint.
The Six Saints all took a step back in unison.
Was this the point where all pretense was completely torn away?
Hongjun's Dao Ancestor form, with its transcendent, sage-like bearing, was collapsing inward.
His Daoist robe began to char black from the collar, cracking apart to reveal a body covered in dark-gray scales.
That kindly, benevolent face stretched outward from both sides. His cheekbones jutted up, his lower jaw lengthened, and two curved bone horns thrust out from his forehead.
His beard and hair fell away, exposing a bare scalp marked with dark-gray patterns. His fingers changed from five to three, and his nails extended to three