Countless gasps rang out across heaven and earth.
What a gutsy move...
Never mind the other living beings in the Primordial World.
Just consider Primeval Lord of Heaven.
At that moment, his head was buzzing nonstop.
For a while, he was completely dumbfounded.
He had never imagined that Randeng, that spineless coward, would erupt at a time like this.
When Primeval Lord of Heaven came to his senses, he felt his face burning with humiliation.
That unlucky coward had actually cursed him out in front of all the living beings of the Primordial Chaos Land.
He deserved to die.
His crime was unforgivable.
Then he let out a sharp, cold snort.
His voice exploded across the entire Primordial Chaos Land. It boomed through the air like thunder:
"Randeng? How dare you insult this Sage? Have you got the guts to say that again?"
Randeng, who had long since decided to tear off the mask, was now entirely unafraid:
"Old villain Primordial, since you want to hear it, then listen closely."
His mighty voice rang across heaven and earth.
Daoist Randeng traded insults with Saint Primordial from afar, without the slightest fear.
"I, Randeng, say you, Primordial, are an old villain: useless with words and useless with force. Of the Three Pure Ones, you're the biggest piece of trash. In terms of magical power, you can't match Taishang; in terms of combat strength, you can't match Tongtian. I say you're an old villain, I say you're trash. Do you accept that or not?"
"You're still mocking me here? Just how much stronger are you than me?"
Daoist Randeng spoke with deep resentment, his mighty voice surging across heaven and earth like a storm-tossed sea.
"Hiss..."
Gasps rang out across heaven and earth once more.
Beyond that, not a sound could be heard.
Everyone was terrified to their core.
They all admired Daoist Randeng's boundless courage.
Such fiery spirit was rare in the Primordial World.
Everyone had initially felt at least a little sympathy for Randeng's plight.
Now, they all gave Daoist Randeng a thumbs-up.
If he dared curse out a Sage to his face, what wouldn't he dare do?
From this day on, Randeng was a real man.
Primeval Lord of Heaven flew into a rage at those words.
How dare that wretched Randeng look down on him like that?
An old villain?
Trash?
Useless with words and useless with force?
Inferior in magical power to Taishang?
Inferior in combat strength to Tongtian?
Primeval Lord of Heaven was trembling all over.
His serene state of mind, impervious to all things, had been shattered completely by Daoist Randeng's words.
But he had always been proud and poor with words.
For a moment, he couldn't find anything to say in response...
His lips trembled as he tried to speak, but he couldn't think of a single word.
Primeval Lord of Heaven didn't retort, and the entire Primordial World fell into an eerie silence...
If Saint Primordial didn't answer back, who would dare interrupt recklessly?
At Doushuai Palace, Taishang couldn't help smiling when he heard those words.
Although that fool Randeng had cursed out his second brother, Taishang wasn't angry.
Instead, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
After all, while that fool Randeng had been insulting his second brother, he had also praised Taishang indirectly.
It had raised his standing without a word. How could that not feel good?
At Biyou Palace on Golden Ao Island, Sage Tongtian felt just as pleased when he heard those words.
He knew his second brother had always looked down on him a little.
He also looked down on the Interception Sect.
He thought its disciples were nothing but creatures born from dampness and hatched from eggs, unfit for the grand stage.
The two of them had argued over it several times.
Now that his second brother had been insulted, Tongtian felt thoroughly refreshed.
Daoist Randeng had also avenged him without even meaning to.
That line had been especially well put.
In terms of combat strength, his second brother really wasn't his match.
After all, Tongtian had the Immortal Slaying Four Swords.
They could only be broken by the Four Saints.
Even if his second brother had the Pangu Banner, he still wouldn't be Tongtian's match.
In the Heavenly Court, Di Jun and Tai Yi looked at each other, stunned.
They had never imagined Daoist Randeng would have such courage.
He had cursed out Saint Primordial to his face.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi chuckled:
"This old Randeng is quite interesting... I have to say, he's made me see him in a new light..."
Di Jun looked at the sardonic Tai Yi and couldn't help smiling wryly.
Inside the vast Ancestral Witch Hall, twelve towering figures sat in a circle.
They were the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Race.
The Primordial Violet Gold List was currently announcing the Magic Treasure List.
It had little to do with the Witch Race.
So they had been waiting for the Physical Body Ranking to be announced.
They hadn't gotten the Physical Body Ranking.
Instead, they got Daoist Randeng cursing out Saint Primordial.
Every one of them laughed so hard they nearly rolled on the floor.
The other Sages were one thing; the Twelve Ancestral Witches had never gotten along with the Three Pure Ones.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had been formed from the blood essence of Great God Pangu.
The Three Pure Ones had been formed from Great God Pangu's primordial spirit.
The two sides had always looked down on each other.
That fool Daoist Randeng had actually dared to curse out Primordial. Naturally, they were delighted to sit back and enjoy the show.
The incomparably beautiful Houtu and Xuanming couldn't help smiling wryly as they watched their ten brothers lie on the floor, laughing without a shred of dignity.
In the surging Blood Sea, a huge figure sat on a strangely shaped blood-red lotus platform.
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