"Old geezer, what are you here for now?"
Her babyish challenge exploded through the chaos like a thunderclap.
Every Jie Sect Disciple pinned in place by Hongjun's pressure nearly lost their souls in terror when they heard her.
My Little Ancestor!
That was Dao Ancestor Hongjun! The teacher of all the Saints, an exalted being who had joined with the Heavenly Dao!
How... how could you speak to him like that?
Master Tongtian was so terrified that his heart nearly leaped out of his throat.
He shielded Xiruan behind him and addressed Hongjun in a trembling voice. "M-Master, children don't know any better. Please, Master... don't take offense."
He was already prepared to face Hongjun's thunderous wrath.
But what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations.
Hongjun didn't get angry. He quietly watched Xiruan make faces at him, a flicker of wariness hidden deep in his eyes, unnoticed by anyone.
Yes, wariness.
He was afraid.
He really was afraid of this lawless, unreasonable Little Ancestor, who was blessed with immense fortune and wielded a devastating weapon.
Earlier, when his Dharma Body had descended and been smashed, so be it. He had lost a little face, but it was no big deal.
But now his True Self was here.
If this Little Devil King hit him again with that strange Milk Bottle in front of all the Great Beings of the Three Realms...
How could he ever show his face as Dao Ancestor again?
He had joined with the Heavenly Dao. His face was the Heavenly Dao's face.
He couldn't afford that humiliation!
More importantly, he could sense the aura of "the one that escaped," something even he couldn't completely control.
He had a powerful premonition.
If he forcibly intervened today and suppressed Tongtian and his daughter,
then he would face an