Could it be that he intended to settle the score for Randeng's previous crime of avoiding battle?
The more Randeng thought about it, the more terrified he became.
Though he was the vice leader of the Clarify Teachings, with immense seniority, and had once listened to the Dao Ancestor preach at Zixiao Palace.
His cultivation had remained stuck at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, unable to take that final step for ages.
Before a terrifying existence like the Primordial Heavenly Demon, who could easily devour Heavenly Dao Saints.
He did not even count as an ant.
"Run?"
The instant that thought surfaced in his mind, Randeng ruthlessly snuffed it out.
Could he escape?
All of Kunlun Mountain had already been sealed by terminal Demonic Energy. The moment he dared take a single step outside, both body and soul would be annihilated.
"If it is a blessing, it is no disaster; if it is a disaster, there is no hiding from it."
Randeng gritted his teeth and rose to his feet despite himself.
He straightened his Daoist robe, forcibly suppressed the terror in his heart, transformed into a streak of escaping light, and flew toward the main hall of Yuxu Palace.
Inside the hall.
Gray mist continued to churn.
The moment Randeng stepped inside, an irresistible pressure crashed down upon him.
His legs gave way, and he fell directly to his knees.
"Disciple Randeng pays respects to the sect leader!"
Randeng's voice trembled slightly as he pressed his head deeply to the ground.
The Primordial Heavenly Demon did not speak at once.
He merely looked down at Randeng from above with those deathly silent eyes.
The atmosphere within the hall was oppressive to the extreme.
Randeng could even hear his own heartbeat pounding like thunder drums.
Just as he thought