Ten Thousand Saints Divine Punishment!

Lightning flashed and thunder roared within the vortex, while the pitch-black opening at its center was packed with dense bolts of lightning, like the teeth of a ferocious beast.

The Sacred Way Eight-Faced Sword had originally hung inverted, its tip pointing down. Suddenly, its blade turned!

Its tip pointed directly at the black opening in the center of the vortex.

Before Fang Yun could see what was happening, the Sacred Way Eight-Faced Sword tore through the heavens, leaving an afterimage in the sky as it entered the enormous eye of the vortex.

The six Second Saints either flicked their sleeves, sneered coldly, or said nothing, vanishing one after another.

Only Xunzi pointed a finger toward the Western Sea Dragon Palace before slowly disappearing.

Those who knew of Fang Yun's feud with the Western Sea Dragon Sage fell silent. Xunzi was clearly warning the Western Sea Dragon Sage. Among the six Second Saints, only Xunzi had such a distinct temperament.

An enraged dragon roar erupted from the Western Sea Dragon Palace and spread across the Saint Origin Continent, but it was only a dragon roar.

The Western Sea Dragon Sage could contend against an ordinary Demon Barbarian Great Sage, but before a Human Race Second Saint, he still fell short by a thread—unless he could become a Dragon Race Great Sage.

The Eastern Sea Dragon Sage had once said, "Those who play with their bodies cannot beat those who play with their minds, and those who play with their minds cannot beat those who play with rules."

The Human Race Second Saints had a stronger grasp of the Sacred Way than the Demon Barbarian Great Sages, so naturally, they played with rules better.

After the dragon roar, a shrill scream came from the vortex.

"Ah..."

In the Demon Realm, the Lion