Although the Netherworld Coffin Lamp's ranking was a little questionable, no matter how you looked at it, it still ranked higher than the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.
There was no doubt about that.
As soon as Daoist Randeng said this,
Saint Zhunti's face darkened, and anger surged in his heart.
"Old Randeng, you damn fool! Come out if you've got the guts, and let me brush you with my tree!"
Every one of the countless beings in the Primordial World could tell that Saint Zhunti was furious.
He had only three magic treasures on the list to begin with, putting him at the bottom among the Sages.
Then Daoist Randeng had humiliated him like this.
Naturally, he was both embarrassed and enraged.
Just then, Daoist Randeng's irritating voice rang out again:
"Old Zhunti, you still want to attack me? Who do you think you are? Even if someone wanted to kill me, you'd have to get in line behind Primeval Lord of Heaven. You wouldn't even get a turn..."
"You're the most useless Sage of them all, and you dare mock me? Heaven gave you the chance to become a Sage, yet you still struggled to do it. You even had to make the Forty-Eight Great Vows and borrow merit from the Heavenly Dao before you could barely become one. And now you dare stand there yapping at me? Trash..."
Daoist Randeng had finally found a chance to vent his anger.
His mouth spewed filth, leaving Saint Zhunti so furious he could barely think.
"Randeng, you miserable wretch! Explain yourself! Who are you calling trash? Who are you calling the weakest Sage? Damn it... you accursed wretch, you deserve to die a thousand deaths..."
Hearing Saint Zhunti's enraged words,
everyone wanted to laugh, but forced themselves to hold it in.
They wanted to laugh but didn't dare, and the people of the Primordial World were practically holding in their laughter until they were sick.
No one had expected Daoist Randeng to be so shameless!
He'd openly called Saint Zhunti the weakest Sage.
He hadn't shown Saint Zhunti the slightest respect.
No wonder Saint Zhunti was furious.
Then, from somewhere unknown, Daoist Randeng spoke again, even more arrogantly:
"I'm talking about you. I mean you, you despicable wretch. You, Zhunti, are the weakest Sage."
"What? You don't agree? Let me ask you: can you beat Taishang Laozi? He's the universally acknowledged leader of the Daoist sects and the strongest cultivator in the Primordial World. He has eight magic treasures on the list. Even if he fought you with one hand and both legs tied, you still wouldn't be his match."
"You..."
Daoist Zhunti was furious, but he couldn't find a word to say. It was true that he was no match for Taishang Laozi.
Daoist Randeng's words had delighted Taishang Laozi.
They couldn't help but make Taishang Laozi see him in a new light, and he felt a little more favorably toward Daoist Randeng.
"Then there's Primeval Lord of Heaven. He may be a bit hypocritical, but his power speaks for itself, and he has seven magic treasures on the list. When he brings out the Pangu Banner, he rarely meets his match. Wouldn't he beat the crap out of you?"
"You... You miserable wretch... How can you speak so crudely..."
Those words had Saint Zhunti swearing in fury.
But he truly had no idea how to argue back.
If he actually fought Primeval Lord of Heaven, he really wouldn't be a match for him.
In Jade Void Palace, Primeval Lord of Heaven's eyes also held a look of disdain.
He had always looked down on the Two Sages of the West.
After all, when the Two Sages of the West became Sages, they had to borrow merit from the Heavenly Dao. By rights, they were nothing more than false Sages.
To compare him with the Two Sages of the West? What a joke.
That old Daoist Randeng was absolutely right this time. If the Two Sages of the West really dared to come, he could bring out the Pangu Banner and beat the crap out of them.
Then Daoist Randeng's irritating voice rang out again:
"Saint Tongtian goes without saying. He has the Immortal Slaying Four Swords in hand. Even Taishang and Primeval Lord of Heaven get nervous at the sight of them, let alone a nobody like you."
"You... Damn you, Randeng! Don't let me catch sight of you, or I swear I won't spare you..."
Saint Zhunti was shaking with rage.
Yet he still couldn't find a reason to argue back.
Saint Tongtian wielded the Immortal Slaying Four Swords, and once the sword formation was set, it took four Sages to break it.
There was no way he could be Saint Tongtian's match, so he had no rebuttal.
Inside Biyou Palace on Golden Ao Island, the gourd of fine wine in Sect Master Tongtian's hand had been emptied.
He was now thoroughly drunk.
He simply sprawled out across the clouds.
Hearing Daoist Randeng's words, Saint Tongtian muttered a few incoherent things.
A mocking smile played at the corner of his mouth.
Daoist Randeng's words rang out again:
"Saint Jieyin goes without saying, too. That old fellow looks miserable, but he's actually the most cunning of them all. He seems to keep a low profile, but he's secretly hiding plenty of power. You're no match for him either... Whether it's schemes or strength, he could sell you off and you wouldn't even know it..."
"..."
Saint Zhunti didn't answer back. In truth, he couldn't.
Saint Jieyin was his elder brother, and the two of them had founded the Western Teachings together in the Western Land.
He knew Saint Jieyin's power better than anyone.
He truly wasn't a match for his senior brother, Jieyin.
Then Daoist Randeng spoke again:
"Then there's Sage Nuwa. She's always kept a low profile, but she has more merit than anyone else. She has the merit of creating humanity, as well as the merit of Mending the Heavens."
"She was also the first Sage after the Dao Ancestor, becoming one earlier than anyone else. Compared with Nuwa... you fall far short. And you still won't admit that you're the weakest Sage?"
Those words really enraged Saint Zhunti.
After tallying it all up, had he really become the weakest Sage?
If so, what was left of his dignity?
How could he ever show his face again?
At this point, he had no choice but to argue back.
Otherwise, he really would become the weakest Sage.
"This is utter nonsense! Sage Nuwa is a woman. How can she possibly be compared with me?"
Wow...
The moment Saint Zhunti said this,
the entire Primordial Chaos Land erupted in an uproar.
Many powerful beings grew agitated.
Saint Zhunti had fallen right into Daoist Randeng's trap.
He'd walked straight into Randeng's scheme!
With this, Saint Zhunti had thoroughly offended Empress Nuwa.
Just as the countless beings of the Primordial World were gloating,
a clear, cold voice rang down from the heavens.
"Zhunti, what do you mean by 'a woman'? What do you mean she can't be compared with you? Explain yourself."
The countless beings of the Primordial World immediately understood when they heard this.
Saint Zhunti had fallen into Daoist Randeng's trap, and he really had provoked Sage Nuwa.
Now that Empress Nuwa had spoken, Saint Zhunti was surely in for a rough time.
At that moment, Saint Zhunti of the Western Teachings on Great Sumeru Mountain had a face that had darkened completely.
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