The Power of One Palm, Repelling the Four Saints

As he watched, Primordial Heavenly Venerate said coldly:

"Qin Mu."

"I thought you wouldn't dare come!"

"From the looks of it now, you had Tongtian and the others clash with us first so you could sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight?"

"I never thought you would even scheme against your own people."

As he said this, the killing intent in Primordial Heavenly Venerate's eyes as he looked at Qin Mu was bone-chilling.

Toward Qin Mu, he hated him to the marrow.

One had to know that ever since Qin Mu had risen, he had ruined no small number of his good plans.

Moreover, Primordial Heavenly Venerate had suffered no small amount of humiliation at Qin Mu's hands.

Especially in the earlier battle at the West Sea, when he had been directly slain by Qin Mu.

Only under the grip of Heavenly Dao's power had he revived on Kunlun Mountain.

But who would have imagined that Qin Mu would refuse to let the matter go, actually blocking him at Kunlun Mountain; each time he revived, Qin Mu slew him once.

He had suppressed and killed him a full nine times and still had no intention of stopping.

Fortunately, Dao Ancestor Hongjun had descended, and only then had the matter been quelled.

Thinking of all this, the anger in Primordial Heavenly Venerate's heart could not help but blaze up in roaring flames.

At this moment, after Qin Mu heard what Primordial Heavenly Venerate said, he gave a light, cold smile and said:

"Martial Uncle Yuanshi."

"If you want to sow discord between Master and me, I'm afraid that's nothing but a fool's dream."

At this point, Qin Mu paused, then looked toward the now-solidified Hongmeng Purple Qi in the Void and continued:

"Today, I want this strand of Hongmeng