Seeing the two at odds and about to fight, Fuxi grew anxious. This was the last thing he wanted to see. He had come along specifically to stop the clash, but now it seemed the fight was unavoidable.
"Fellow Daoist Queen Mother of the West, what should we do? Tai Yi has a fierce temperament. He has only just become a Quasi-Saint, and he carries a supreme treasure. I fear he won't be able to hold back. It would be terrible if anything went wrong. We should step in and intervene."
From Fuxi's tone, it seemed he took it for granted that Tai Yi could defeat, or even injure, East King Duke. It was no wonder: as one of the Demon Emperors, Fuxi had firsthand experience of the East Emperor's standing among the Yao Race and his formidable strength.
In Fuxi's view, Eastern Emperor Tai Yi, with the Chaos Bell in hand, was a match even he, a fellow Quasi-Saint, could not defeat—let alone East King Duke, who had yet to Sever the Corpse.
Before Severing the Corpse, Fuxi and his sister had always thought highly of East King Duke. But now, his view of this Supreme Yang Dao Lord was much the same as everyone else's: anyone who had failed to Breakthrough to Quasi-Saint first had fallen behind.
The difference between a Great Luo Golden Immortal and a Quasi-Saint was like the gulf between heaven and earth, especially when facing someone as powerful as Tai Yi.
Contrary to what Fuxi expected, Queen Mother of the West didn't seem the least bit flustered. Her calm left him baffled. She merely said coldly, "Fellow Daoist Fuxi, though my Supreme Yang Lineage lives in seclusion overseas and takes no part in the affairs of the Primordial World, that doesn't mean anyone can