Laozi's face turned livid.
He looked at Shen Ni, at Zhen Yuanzi, at Nether River.
A bone-deep chill rose in his heart.
Xuandu wanted to kill Yuanshi.
He wanted to kill him as well.
That man in green intended to wipe out all the Heavenly Dao Sages in one sweep.
"Shen Ni, you, an Emperor of Fierce Beasts, dare stop me?"
Laozi spoke, his voice hoarse.
"Aren't you afraid the Dao Ancestor will punish you?"
At those words, Shen Ni's lips slowly split apart, revealing gleaming white fangs.
"The Dao Ancestor?"
"He can barely protect himself. Does he still have the leisure to concern himself with you?"
Laozi's pupils abruptly contracted.
Can barely protect himself?
The Dao Ancestor?
What did that mean?
"Shen Ni, what did you say?"
Shen Ni did not answer. He merely raised a hand, and blood-gold radiance surged from his palm, condensing into a massive pillar of light that blasted fiercely toward Laozi!
Boom!!!
As the pillar descended, the Eight Sceneries Palace shook violently.
Purple clouds shattered, and green jade scattered.
Gritting his teeth, Laozi raised a hand to block it.
Purple Purity Dao Light surged like a tidal wave and collided viciously with the blood-gold pillar of light. Boom!!!
The two forces collided, shattering the void.
Laozi staggered back several steps, his face deathly pale.
A Ninth Heaven Peak facing the Seventh Heaven—even with the Heavenly Dao's blessing, he was merely using a mantis's arm to block a chariot.
Zhen Yuanzi stood in the void, his green robes fluttering in the wind.
He looked at Laozi, his deep eyes filled with complicated emotions.
Back in the Purple Heaven Palace, he and Laozi had both been among the Three Thousand Guests.
Back at Treasure Distribution Cliff, he and Laozi had both stood among the great powers.