Stirring the Soup to Stop It Boiling

He pointed at the Bright Kings' noses, insulting and belittling them to the utmost.

"Where you live determines your horizons! They've spent all their time cowering in that tiny patch of Spirit Mountain, so their vision is pitifully narrow! Some little demon that crawled out of who-knows-where—even if his backing is immense, can it be greater than our Western Heaven? Greater than Saint Jieyin? Ridiculous!"

His expression twisted with excitement and self-satisfied "cleverness." His voice rose, filled with a condescending sense of superiority.

"The current priority is forcing you, Lin Zhu, to surrender and carrying out the Saint's decree! This boy's task is ten thousand times more important than your identity, Lin Zhu, or your pathetic little schemes! Their vision can only see the immediate gains and losses before them, while this boy's vision lies beyond the Three Realms! It is supreme!!"

After making that outrageously arrogant declaration, White Lotus Boy turned around amid the resentful, stifled gazes of Vajra Yaksha Bright King and the others, who no longer dared to speak. Facing Ao Lie's struggling Primordial Spirit in his hand, a cruel, mocking sneer spread across his face.

"Do you see that, Lin Zhu? This is the 'life' you fought so desperately to protect! In this boy's hand, he is no different from an ant! Now, even his Primordial Spirit is about to shatter!"

Then, that hand wrapped in Lapis Lazuli Buddha Light clenched viciously around the faintly struggling dragon-shaped Primordial Spirit in his palm!

"Pop—!"

After a soft sound, the points of light from the Primordial Spirit were utterly annihilated!

At this point in the projection, Lin Zhu apparently still felt it was not enough. With a slight movement of thought, and with the Jade Emperor's magic power, he actually isolated the final segment—from White Lotus Boy berating