"Welcome?"
"You're welcoming me to the North Sea?"
"Heh. Mysterious Turtle Beichen, you really don't know your place. The Primordial World belongs to me. The North Sea lies within it, so when I come here, I'm simply walking around my own home. Why would I need your welcome?"
"You really think you're the ruler of the North Sea?"
"Am I not?" Beichen replied, unconcerned.
"Heh. Good! Since you think you are, do you dare fight me and prove it?"
Hongjun's gaze was utterly imperious.
At last, he had decided to start a fight outright!
Two Kalpas had passed since Beichen had disrupted his Zixiao Palace three times while listening to his lectures. For over two hundred thousand years, he had tolerated Beichen, never rushing into a fight.
Now, he had joined with the Dao. In theory, no one in the Primordial World could stand against him. Why shouldn't he challenge Beichen directly?
"To have Old Ancestor Hongjun challenge me is an honor!"
Beichen chuckled. His words sounded respectful, but they were full of contempt for Old Ancestor Hongjun.
"Damn it! You arrogant North Sea Black Tortoise! Today, I, Old Ancestor Hongjun, will send you to the Nine Hells, even if it takes everything I have!"
"Heh. Old Ancestor Hongjun, are you thinking of sending me to the Nine Hells? I'm afraid you won't be able to. My junior sister opened the Nine Hells, and she won't take you in! Hahaha!"
"North Sea Black Tortoise, you've sown discord, pitted five Saints against one another, thrown the Primordial World into chaos, and stirred up tremendous karma. No matter what it takes, I will slay you today, so the Primordial World may know peace for ages to come!"
Killing intent surged around Old Ancestor Hongjun. It was as if he had drawn every