And he had also held the line for the Primordial Chaos World.
At the thought, the beings of the Primordial World began discussing it again.
No one could figure out just how powerful Taishang Laozi really was.
At the Eight Views Palace, Taishang Laozi lifted his gaze slightly.
He looked at Rahu in the sky.
Seeing Rahu's combat strength, a trace of gravity appeared in Taishang Laozi's eyes.
He could sense it.
Even if Rahu's combat strength was below his own, the difference might already be tiny.
After all, he had seen Rahu fight with his own eyes.
Both countless years ago,
and during the Human-Demon War a few hundred years ago.
He had witnessed Rahu's combat strength firsthand.
Rahu was unquestionably a formidable opponent.
Even Taishang Laozi could not claim he would certainly defeat him.
After all, back then Rahu had effortlessly stabbed a hole clean through Primeval Lord of Heaven.
Even if Taishang Laozi had been the one to act, it probably would not have been so easy.
Yet Rahu had managed it.
He was undoubtedly someone not to be underestimated.
Even though the Primordial Violet Gold List had judged his strength to be greater than Demon Ancestor Luohu's,
Taishang Laozi still wasn't sure he could win for certain.
The situation between Queen Mother of the West and Daoist Randeng could even happen again.
That would be truly laughable.
Queen Mother of the West had a combat strength of thirty-six million.
Daoist Randeng, however, had a combat strength of thirty-six million and ten thousand.
The two had differed by only ten thousand in combat strength, yet had become the laughingstock of the Primordial World.
Some people had even joked,
"If Queen Mother of the West took the time to eat a Flat Peach, her actual combat strength would