A Rare Talent! A Handkerchief from an Unparalleled Female Immortal?

"Thunder Ancestor Witch, please calm down!"

"Ten Thousand Saints Demon Ancestor, how dare you disrespect our senior? Since he wants to recruit the God of Thunder Punishment, we should help make it happen."

Seeing Qiangliang fly into a rage, Chan Master Wuchao immediately stepped forward and spoke meekly.

A wise man knew when to yield!

With Demon Ancestor Luohu in seclusion and Supreme Being Shanggu quietly pursuing the Dao, the Demon Sect and Western Demon Court needed a smooth transition at this critical time. They couldn't afford any trouble.

Making an enemy of the Wu Race over the God of Thunder Punishment and Qiangliang—who were only at the initial stage of the Hunyuan Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm—wasn't worth it. They might as well hand him over.

"Chan Master, you..."

Ten Thousand Saints Demon Ancestor pondered for a moment, looking hesitant.

"Heh... at least you have some sense."

"Get lost!"

Qiangliang snorted. In an instant, the billions of bolts of lightning vanished.

His gaze was sharp, his frame upright.

He looked at the God of Thunder Punishment and let a faint smile tug at his lips.

"Are you willing to lead those Thunder Spirits and join the Primordial World?"

His deep voice echoed between heaven and earth.

At this, Chan Master Wuchao calmly explained to Ten Thousand Saints Demon Ancestor, "The God of Thunder Punishment is stubborn and proud. He refuses to live under another's roof, so he'll certainly reject the Thunder Ancestor Witch."

"Then Qiangliang will fly into a rage. At best, he'll beat the God of Thunder Punishment senseless; at worst, he'll tear him to pieces."

"After that, we can seize our opportunity!"

As he spoke, Chan Master Wuchao stroked his beard, looking rather pleased with himself.

"Listening to you for a moment beats ten years of reading!"