Everything had settled down.
Several corpses floated beyond the Eight Domains, drifting alone.
Willow God and the other three looked up into the void. They could still faintly make out several figures fleeing in disgrace.
“With skills like that, they dared come to the Eight Domains to gather medicine? They even dared set their sights on Little Nonpoint and the Lord of the Enchanted Cottage?”
Little Pagoda spoke smugly. Unfortunately, he had no hands; otherwise, he would have planted them on his hips.
"It's like an old man eating arsenic because he's lived too long."
"Or lighting a lamp in a latrine—looking for death."
"What are you talking about? What place are you calling a latrine? Use your head!" Meng Chuan's displeased voice rang out.
Little Pagoda caught on and gave an awkward laugh. "My mistake, my mistake."
There was an obvious problem with that comparison.
If the Giants were the people lighting a lamp in a latrine, that raised a question.
What place was the latrine?
Obviously, the Eight Domains.
What nonsense.
"So, Brother Yuan, was I impressive?" Little Pagoda was plainly still pleased with himself.
Meng Chuan glanced at Little Pagoda. "Why are you so proud of killing a few Human Dao cultivators?"
"You didn't even kill them all. Some got away."
"You really have fit right into this league."
Little Pagoda's swaying body went rigid.
That's right. I'm the foremost Chaos Artifact. Why the hell am I showing off over killing a few Human Dao cultivators?
Ever since Little Pagoda had fused with the two levels of his body, he had unleashed his might.
After Immortal Heavenly Venerable Qin Changsheng projected himself into the Lower Realm, he openly declared that he was only there to watch.
That made the Giants want to retreat.
They were already losing,