It really was a classic scene of cursing someone out.
They'd even come up with new lines this time.
"Never have I seen someone so shameless—"
"Old thief withered as a tree—"
"White-haired old fool—"
This really was rather entertaining.
Those insults couldn't have been more fitting for Saint Zhunti.
The dignified Saint Zhunti had been subjected to such a vicious tongue-lashing.
He'd thoroughly disgraced himself.
Everyone had always been someone worthy of respect.
Whether it was Taishang Laozi, serene and free of worldly concerns,
or the mighty and domineering Primeval Lord of Heaven,
or Sect Master Tongtian, carefree and unrestrained,
or Empress Nuwa,
they were all worthy of admiration.
But why did no one in the entire Primordial World like Saint Zhunti?
It was simply because the man was far too shameless in his actions.
Hearing the Human Race's curses,
the grand master of the Interception Sect, in Biyou Palace on Golden Ao Island, once again felt what it meant to be utterly refreshed.
Watching the Western Sage get cursed out
was truly a delight.
He'd never known that cursing someone could feel so satisfying.
He'd always been rather clumsy with words.
In front of his two senior brothers, he often found himself at a disadvantage.
Now, these young members of the Human Race were cursing heaven and earth, one after another.
It really was a pleasure to hear.
His gaze toward the Human Race grew ever more affectionate.
Although the Human Race wasn't favored by Dao Ancestor Hongjun,
he himself rather liked them.
The Human Race possessed tremendous fortune.
They were destined to rule the Primordial World.
They'd merely risen a little earlier than expected.
And now the others wanted to wipe them out.
That was simply too ruthless.
The Human Race was only trying to secure a