"Primordial Lord of Heaven?" Kunpeng's brows twitched. "Did you use some trick to catch up with me?"
Only then did Kunpeng remember how Primordial Lord of Heaven had driven him away the first time they listened to the Dao in the Zixiao Palace. Anger surged in his heart.
"There's a karma between us that remains unresolved. Today, I've come to help the Two Sages of the West kill you!"
Primordial Lord of Heaven wore a smile that didn't reach his eyes, killing intent thick around him.
Seeing the signs of impending sainthood manifesting all around Kunpeng, how could he not be anxious?
Kunpeng was exceptionally astute. He immediately understood and called him out. "From the very beginning, it was because you, Primordial Lord of Heaven, drove me away in the Zixiao Palace. Pressured, I had no choice but to leave. The karma you mentioned is about that, isn't it?"
Primordial Lord of Heaven smiled and said nothing.
Kunpeng continued, "That day, you, Primordial Lord of Heaven, kept calling us 'feathered and horned' and 'wet-born and egg-hatched.' You even used Dao Ancestor Hongjun's dislike of the Demon Race to threaten me. That was why I left in a rage. Missing those three thousand years of lectures made my cultivation progress painfully slow in the early years, and nearly affected my entire path of cultivation. I never came to settle the score with you, Yuanshi, but now you've come to me first!"
"Are you afraid I'll become a saint before you, Primordial Lord of Heaven, and make killing my sworn enemy the first thing I do? Is that why you're so anxious to join forces with the Two Sages of the West to kill me?"
"You, Primordial Lord of Heaven, are a truly shameless little saint, judging a gentleman by your own