Primordial: I Was Exposed After Hiding for Eons

Countless gasps echoed across heaven and earth.

What nerve...

Not to mention the other beings of the Primordial Chaos Land.

Take the Primeval Lord of Heaven alone.

Even his head was buzzing nonstop.

For a moment, he was utterly stunned.

He too had never imagined that Randeng, that spineless coward, would erupt at a time like this?

Coming to his senses, the Primeval Lord of Heaven felt his face burn with shame.

That accursed weakling had actually dared to curse him out loud before the countless beings of the Primordial Chaos Land.

Truly deserving of death.

A heinous crime.

Then he suddenly let out a cold snort.

That sound exploded across the entire Primordial Chaos Land, the immense noise rumbling through the sky like thunder:

"Randeng? You dare insult This Saint? If you have the guts, say it again!"

Having already decided to tear off all pretense, Randeng now stood fearless:

"Primeval old thief, since you want to hear it, then listen well."

The massive voice shook heaven and earth.

Daoist Randeng hurled insults at Saint Primordial from across the void, showing no fear.

"I, Randeng, say you, Primeval, are an old thief—accomplished in neither letters nor martial arts, the worst of the Three Pure Ones. In magical power, you cannot match Taishang; in combat strength, you cannot match Tongtian. I call you an old thief, I call you trash—do you accept it, or not?"

"And you still mock This Seat? How are you any better than me?"

This voice was spat out by Daoist Randeng with bitter hatred, the immense sound roaring through heaven and earth like a mountain avalanche and tidal wave.

"Hiss..."

Once again, gasps arose between heaven and earth.

Nothing else.

Everyone's heart trembled with fear.

All admired Daoist Randeng's boundless courage.

Such hot-bloodedness in Daoist Randeng was rare in the Primordial Chaos Land.

Everyone had originally felt some sympathy for Randeng's plight.

But now, they couldn't help but give Daoist Randeng a thumbs-up.

Facing a Saint and daring to curse him out loud—what else wouldn't he dare to do?

From now on, Randeng was a true man.

Hearing this, the Primeval Lord of Heaven flew into a rage.

That accursed Randeng actually looked down on him so much?

Old thief?

Trash?

Accomplished in neither letters nor martial arts?

Magical power inferior to Taishang?

Combat strength inferior to Tongtian?

At this moment, the Primeval Lord of Heaven trembled all over.

The state of mind that was impervious to all laws and as serene as still water was shattered cleanly by Daoist Randeng's words.

But proud as he was, he was also naturally slow with words.

For a moment, he couldn't find a retort...

His lips quivered, wanting to say something, yet he didn't know what words to use?

The Primeval Lord of Heaven didn't talk back, and the entire Primordial Chaos Land fell into an eerie silence...

If Saint Primordial didn't talk back, who would dare to interrupt?

In Doushuai Palace, Taishang heard this and couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.

Though that fool Randeng was cursing his second brother, he wasn't angry.

In fact, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

After all, while that fool Randeng cursed his second brother, he had also subtly praised him.

It subtly elevated his status—how could that not feel refreshing to him?

At Golden Ao Island's Biyou Palace, Saint Tongtian felt equally pleased upon hearing this.

He knew that his second brother had always looked down on him somewhat.

And also looked down on his Sect of Interception.

Believing that his disciples were merely creatures born of moisture and eggs, unfit for refined company.

They had even argued several times over this.

Now that his second brother was being scolded, Tongtian felt thoroughly invigorated.

This Daoist Randeng had unknowingly vented a pent-up frustration for him.

Especially that one line—it was exceptionally well said.

In terms of combat prowess, his second brother truly was no match for him.

After all, he possessed the Immortal Slaying Four Swords.

Unbreakable without four sages.

Even if his second brother wielded the Pangu Banner, he was still no opponent.

Within the Heavenly Court, Di Jun and Taiyi exchanged glances.

They never expected that this Daoist Randeng would possess such audacity.

To curse Saint Primordial to his face.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi chuckled aloud:

"This old Randeng is actually quite interesting... He's earned a bit of my respect..."

Di Jun looked at Taiyi's sardonic tone and couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated.

Inside the vast Ancestral Witch Hall, twelve towering figures sat in a circular formation.

They were the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Race.

The Primordial Violet Gold List was currently revealing the Magic Treasure List.

It had little to do with the Witch Race.

So they had been waiting for the Physical Body Ranking.

But instead of the Physical Body Ranking, they witnessed Daoist Randeng cursing Saint Primordial.

Every single one of them burst into laughter like squealing pigs.

The other saints aside, their relationship with the Three Pure Ones was already poor.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were born from the blood essence of the Great God Pangu.

The Three Pure Ones were born from the Primordial Spirit of the Great God Pangu.

Both sides found the other disagreeable.

That fool Randeng actually dared to curse Primordial—of course they were happy to watch the show.

The exceedingly beautiful Houtu and Xuanming watched their ten elder brothers lying on the ground laughing without any regard for dignity, and could only smile wryly.

Within the vast sea of blood, a colossal figure sat cross-legged on a bizarrely shaped blood-colored lotus platform.