They could even be said to feel somewhat resentful.
After all, the Two from the West had already lost all face.
It was best to keep a low profile and avoid drawing the attention of the Primordial World's living beings.
But this junior brother of his just had to step forward.
He really had no idea what he was doing.
Sure enough.
Saint Zhunti had spoken up because he wanted to vent his anger.
But he hadn't achieved the effect he'd hoped for at all.
It seemed to have backfired instead.
The Primordial World's living beings had shifted their attention from Primeval Lord of Heaven to Saint Zhunti.
"Whatever else you can say about Primeval Lord of Heaven, his rank in strength isn't low, and his combat power is extremely close to that of the Four Great Sacred Beasts."
"He's only ten million combat power behind Black Tortoise, and just twenty million behind Azure Dragon and White Tiger. That's not much of a gap. He might even be able to turn the tables and win."
"But Saint Zhunti only has 510 million combat power. How dare he mock Primeval Lord of Heaven?"
"Exactly. This guy really has no idea what he's talking about."
"He's already brought shame on the Sages, and he still dares to mock someone else? Isn't he afraid of embarrassing himself?"
"This guy is such a disgrace. I'm getting more and more sick of him."
"However weak Primeval Lord of Heaven may be, he's still far stronger than him."
"This guy only has a little over 510 million combat power, while Primeval Lord of Heaven has over 770 million. There's a gap of 260 million between them, and this guy still dares to mock Primeval Lord of Heaven?"
As the saying goes, there's no harm without