Even the big shot inside the skullcap, so furious that rage had gone to his head as he focused on handcrafting a secret art of mutual destruction, could not help but freeze, the movements of his hands coming to a halt.
What had the other side just said?
His master's lineage was the Pangu Banner?
The Green Duckweed Sword?
He had even studied Empress Nuwa's Great Dao of Life?
Empress Houtu's Great Dao of Reincarnation?
And comprehended the Supreme Pure Saint's classics, mastering the two qi of yin and yang?
Good lord, what a damned good lord!
Added to the Buddhist Sect divine abilities he had displayed earlier, this wretch had scooped up every single one of the Primordial World's Saints in one net.
How did he dare to spout such nonsense so casually?
He knew of boasting, that behavior so prevalent among mortals.
He had even experienced it personally once. Though he had been somewhat shocked at how someone could so shamelessly say such things with such utter sincerity—and, most terrifyingly, even believe them himself—
Still, when others boasted, they more or less had something to back it up. Even if they poured in plenty of water, at most it was like opening the floodgates and letting a river run wild.
But what was this fellow in front of him doing?
Releasing an entire sea?
One glance, and it was water as far as the eye could see.
Standing rooted to the spot, the big shot within the skullcap watched his stiff face visibly turn red, then green, then purple.
To be fair, his mind might have been a little simple, and he really had been deceived before—not once, but several times.
But he was not an idiot!
Setting aside whether all the Saints would ever jointly take a