The moment Zhunti suggested that the five of them join forces against Beichen, a cold glint flashed in Old Ancestor Kunpeng's eyes, and his heart couldn't help but stir!
Although their palace master was a Saint of the Great Dao of Water, having attained sainthood through the Law Saint path, his strength was likely even greater than Taishang Laojun's. But if he faced three Heavenly Dao Saints, his chances of winning were practically nonexistent!
At least, that was what Kunpeng believed!
"Mm, that's a good proposal!" Seeing that Beichen had no intention of handing over the Pangu Banner, Taishang Laojun took a small step forward. A Saint's pressure rippled across the world like a rising tide. "Fellow Daoist Beichen, if you still refuse to return my second junior brother's Pangu Banner, then we Sanqing and the Two Sages of the West will leave you here lifeless today!"
When Taishang Laojun accepted the proposal, Kunpeng's expression changed drastically, and his heart began pounding wildly.
"This is bad. Of these five, three are true Saints, while the other two are the foremost figures among Quasi-Saints. Two against five—there's no chance of winning!"
At this thought, Kunpeng couldn't help blaming Beichen in his heart. "Why did Dao Ancestor Beichen have to take Yuanshi's Pangu Banner? Why not just knock the magic treasure back to him in the first place?"
"Now look what's happened. Returning it would mean losing face, but refusing would mean five Immortal Saints joining forces against us. That's a dead end."
Kunpeng had no confidence in a two-against-five fight.
After all, the Sanqing weren't just any nobodies, and neither were the Two Sages of the West!
Beichen still said nothing. He stood there quietly, smiling as he watched them.
His expression was a little abnormal, as if he had trouble