Heavenly Mandate Bearing Dao Stele

Upon hearing this, the muscles on Junhao Holy Lord's face twitched. A flash of humiliation and fury passed through his eyes. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging blood and qi, and spoke in a low, icy voice:

"Zhang Shuai has attained the Dao of Chaos, and his strength has soared. With the Heaven-Opening Axe in hand, even if I were to act personally, I... might not be able to defeat him with certainty!"

"What?!" The Myriad Forms Sacred Ancestor stood utterly frozen, his mouth slightly open, yet no sound came out.

Junhao Holy Lord—the one favored by the destiny of the Primordial World, a Great Dao Saint—had actually admitted that he might not be able to defeat Zhang Shuai?

Had Zhang Shuai truly grown to such a terrifying extent?!

At that moment, Junhao Holy Lord suddenly strode forward. The fury and majesty he had suppressed for so long erupted at once, locking firmly onto the Myriad Forms Sacred Ancestor as he shouted harshly:

"Are you satisfied now? Time and again, you secretly aided Zhang Shuai. Did you really think I knew nothing? Well, look at this! You nurtured a tiger into a threat! Zhang Shuai's wings have fully grown, and his strength has risen greatly. Even I find it difficult to kill him. Today, he dared to kill Violet Firmament; tomorrow, he'll dare to attack your and my Dao grounds!"

"Just wait and see! Zhang Shuai cultivates the Blood-Battle Heaven-Piercing Art. His bloodlust will only grow heavier in the future. The great calamity of the Primordial World is about to descend, and soon the Primordial World will know no peace!"

The Myriad Forms Sacred Ancestor stood there with a pale face. Facing Junhao Holy Lord's towering fury and accusations, he looked at the ruins of the Violet