He had spoken words he shouldn't have, against his will.
The bizarre situation left Bear God terrified. The gods were protected by the laws of the Heavenly Palace; no evil could approach them, and no spell could harm them. Even being beaten to death would have been easier than this.
His body wouldn't obey him, and neither would his mouth. He had a divine position protecting him, yet this Daoist before him could still do this.
This person was definitely no ordinary man!
Even among the Spirit Stealing Dao, he was undoubtedly a cultivator of profound cultivation.
Still, knowing that was one thing. Whether he could resist was another.
All the fury in Bear God's heart now turned to grief.
To kill this old Daoist, he had given all the three taels of merit he'd accumulated over the years to Divine Lord Tongli, just to secure this opportunity.
And yet, he'd had the misfortune of running into a cultivator of the Spirit Stealing Dao, who had manipulated him into laying everything bare.
Such things could be understood without being spoken of in private, but they absolutely could not be said aloud!
If Divine Lord Tongli learned what had happened here, he would probably want to grind Bear God's bones to dust.
Thud! Thud!
Bear God took two more steps forward against his will. The ground trembled, and the incense burner on the altar shifted slightly.
Divine might swept forth, leaving the two half-grown children with pale faces.
Though Daoist Jiang Lin looked ashen, he found Bear God's behavior rather strange. Still, he glanced at Hong Sovereign.
Seeing that he remained unmoved, Jiang Lin cupped his hands and said,
"This old Daoist's death would mean nothing. I only ask that you consider my two young disciples and protect them."
Hong Sovereign