"Junior Brother, there's no point saying more to him." Saint Jie Yin, who had remained silent all this time, slowly spoke.
His expression was calm, his eyes as still as ancient wells. Yet deep within those seemingly compassionate eyes lurked a chilling killing intent.
"Since he refuses to admit it, beat him until he does."
The instant his words fell, Saint Jie Yin moved.
He made no unnecessary motions. He simply raised a hand and lightly struck a palm toward Ming He.
Boom!
A massive golden palm condensed from endless Buddhist light instantly tore through the void, spanning hundreds of millions of miles. Carrying the immense might to suppress three thousand worlds and save all living beings, it crashed down upon Ming He's head!
A battle between Saints was about to erupt!
The earth-shaking commotion instantly drew the attention of countless great powers throughout the Primordial World.
On Golden Ao Island, within Biyou Palace.
Sect Master Tongtian abruptly opened his eyes. Two flashes of sword light capable of slaughtering heaven and exterminating earth vanished in an instant as his gaze pierced through endless void and settled upon the Netherworld Blood Sea.
"Jie Yin? Zhun Ti? Hmph, those two shameless wretches actually dared to cause trouble for Ming He again?"
He snorted coldly, yet did not immediately make a move.
Ming He was now a Saint and stood within the Blood Sea, his home ground. Sect Master Tongtian wanted to see what tricks the Two Sages of the West could possibly pull.
Among the Human Race, at Fire Cloud Cave.
Huang Tian's avatar sat upon the Human Emperor's throne, the Golden Dragon of Destiny circling around him. He too sensed the battle fluctuations from the Blood Sea.
"Has the Western Teachings been driven to desperation?" A cold smile curled at his