With one "Is that all?" the winds and clouds changed color.
Saint's Pressure stalled for an instant, and the Saint's Dharma Image immediately revealed a trace of anger.
Yu Ding and Huang Long frowned bitterly. Duobao and Gongming focused their gazes. Fairy Yunxiao looked at Li Changshou with some concern. Jinling and Kong Xuan... nearly burst out laughing.
Looking again at the Western Teachings disciples around them, every one of them was bristling with rage, their eyes wide.
Some Great Luo Immortals gnashed their teeth, some Golden Immortals flared with fury, and all the Saint's Direct Disciples were enraged. They wished they could immediately strike down the red-robed male immortal shielded behind so many supreme treasures.
At this moment, True Lord Taiyi had realized that those two words of his had been somewhat too lethal. Though he had indeed blurted them out in his usual blunt fashion, they were truly piercing to a Saint's ears.
More importantly, those two words had directly given Zhunti an excuse to erupt.
Li Changshou's earlier appearance and entire line of argument had actually been quite deliberate. By himself, he had seized control of the pacing, thrown down several towering accusations, and forced Zhunti to show himself for a direct confrontation.
Whatever the scheme, whichever Saint entered the fray first had already lost more than half the battle.
Zhunti had originally intended to use his Saintly status to crush Li Changshou, suppressing him beneath Spirit Mountain for a thousand years. Such a punishment held hidden edges: it left himself a way out while also leaving sufficient room to ease the pressure between Taiqing Temple and Spirit Mountain.
As long as the Grand Pure Sage spoke afterward—no, as long as the Grand Pure Sage appeared—Zhunti would naturally return Li Changshou intact and even take the initiative