Primordial Heavenly Venerate's Crisis of Demise

Meanwhile.

Qin Mu's true body had already walked up before Primordial Heavenly Venerate.

At that moment, Primordial Heavenly Venerate's hair hung disheveled, his Daoist robe torn and split. Where was even the slightest trace of a Heavenly Dao Saint's majesty?

He stared fixedly at Qin Mu, his chest heaving violently.

Qin Mu looked at this battered and wretched Second Martial Uncle before him, and there was not the slightest pity in his eyes—only deep disgust.

"Primordial."

Qin Mu spoke, his voice as cold as ice that had endured ten thousand years.

"Do you know your sin?"

Hearing this, Primordial Heavenly Venerate abruptly raised his head.

"Sin?"

"What sin does this poor Daoist have!"

He tore his throat open in a hoarse roar.

Qin Mu's gaze sharpened, and he suddenly stepped forward. A terrifying pressure slammed directly into Primordial Heavenly Venerate.

"As one of the Three Pure Ones, transformed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit, you enjoyed all the lingering blessings of the Primordial Wilderness."

"With every word, you called yourself Pangu's Orthodox Lineage, and everywhere you went, you flaunted your obedience to the Heavenly Dao."

"But look at what you did today!"

Qin Mu stretched out his hand and pointed toward the direction where the Demon Gate had just vanished, rebuking him in a fierce voice.

"For that laughable little jealousy of yours, for that insignificant private grudge of yours!"

"You actually colluded with the Devil Race!"

"You actually attempted to draw Luohu down into the Primordial Wilderness!"

"Do you know what this world would become once the Devil Race's army set foot in the Primordial Wilderness?"

"Living beings plunged into misery, all things falling into silent extinction!"

"The boundless merit of Great God Pangu's Creation of Heaven and Earth nearly ended up ruined in your hands!"

Every word from Qin Mu