Bei Ming had never sought to dominate the Primordial Wilderness alone.
But whenever someone stood in the way of what he intended to accomplish, things were bound to turn ugly.
That was also the principle of the Literary Sect.
If the other Saints blocked the way, Bei Ming would naturally step in to punish them.
A mere Haotian was not important enough to warrant Bei Ming personally entering the fray.
Haotian wavered somewhat. The aura Ling Yan displayed at this moment was actually no weaker than his own.
His greatest reliance had always been that, for Hongjun's sake, the Saints would not directly act against him.
And beneath the Saints, with three Top-Grade Innate Spirit Treasures at his disposal—
Haotian believed that, aside from Heavenly Emperor Fuxi, Blood Sea Minghe, Zhunti of the West, and Zhen Yuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple, he feared no one else.
Yet Ling Yan's strength had grown so quickly.
Since Haotian's actions had already truly affected the Literary Sect's overall plans,
Ling Yan naturally had no reason to show mercy anymore.
Ordinarily, she could still respectfully address him as "Heavenly Emperor."
But now, there was no need for that.
Haotian had already been pushed into a dilemma.
Ling Yan carried far more weight than Han Chi.
If he insisted on interfering, it would be equivalent to directly offending the Second-generation First Disciple of the Mystic Gate and the entire line of the Literary Sect.
But if he retreated now and returned to the Heavenly Court in disgrace,
then in this battle that had gathered many Great Powers of the Primordial Wilderness, with forces from all sides watching in secret—
the Heavenly Emperor would have made a grand entrance only to flee in humiliation, losing all face and damaging his prestige. How could he speak of ruling