No one knew what level he had reached by now.
Even if he hadn't become a Sage,
he was probably about as strong as those four monkeys.
That meant these five really were Heavenly Machine Tower's weakest, fifth-tier group.
With that division,
the strength of Heavenly Machine Tower had indeed been clearly laid out.
Just then,
the powerhouse chuckled.
"Maybe any one of those four monkeys—or Emperor Donghua—could match Saint Zhunti."
"After all, Saint Zhunti is barely at the threshold of the Sages of the Primordial World."
Hearing this, the people of the Primordial World couldn't help but laugh scornfully.
That guy really had no shame.
Even at the very end,
he still had to take a jab at Saint Zhunti?
What had Saint Zhunti ever done to him?
The people of the Primordial World could already imagine the Sages' expressions.
Meanwhile, when Saint Zhunti of the Western Teachings heard those words, his face darkened.
A faint murderous aura seeped from him.
Black qi also swirled around his face.
Saint Jieyin, standing beside him, let out a deep sigh.
It seemed his junior brother Zhunti still wasn't broad-minded enough.
A few words were all it took to drive a wedge between them.
But there was nothing to be done about it.
His junior brother Zhunti had suffered blow after blow for a long time.
Whether he had personally stepped in and been humiliated,
or been cursed at by others,
he had endured far too many blows.
There really was no helping it.
Who could blame him when his junior brother truly was the weakest?
Saint Jieyin sighed deeply.
Then he chanted a Buddhist invocation.
Hearing Saint Jieyin's words,
Saint Zhunti trembled all over.
The black qi around his face gradually dissipated.
In the end, he regained his composure.
Once calm