Lord Lao stared blankly at Qin Fen. Thinking of how Qin Fen had just tricked him, he finally understood why he had been unable to discern any change in Qin Fen. Damn it, he was the Dao Ancestor. Of course I couldn't see through him.
Tongtian gaped, looked at Slaying Immortals on the ground, then at Qin Fen, and sighed. No wonder even the Immortal-Slaying Formation could not defeat him. He was the Dao Ancestor. If he sneezed, heaven and earth would tremble. There was no shame in losing.
Primordial Lord was the most miserable of all. He recalled what he had said in Tusita Palace, that he would not let Qin Fen off. How awkward was that now? Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—it was no longer a question of whether he would spare Qin Fen, but whether Qin Fen would spare him. Hadn't he seen Chiyou in Pangu True Form get wiped out with a word? What the hell was he worth?
He had just told Qin Fen to get lost and stop being a nuisance. And now? Damn it! He had thought that anyone short of sainthood was ultimately an ant. Qin Fen truly was not a saint—he was the Dao Ancestor, on an entirely higher level than them! It was like an elementary school student telling a world-class expert to go back and study for two more years. What a damn trap!
He did not even dare hope Qin Fen would refrain from targeting him. As long as he did not have to come into contact with Qin Fen, he would thank heaven and earth.
"Master, this disciple has sinned!" Primordial Lord said painfully.
Qin Fen waved a hand. "A great man does not hold a petty man's faults against