"Insolence! What fiend dares to trespass into the Western Heavenly Court!"
Haotian shot to his feet. His Imperial Robe stirred without wind, while the Haotian Mirror blazed brightly, forcefully pushing the saintly might crushing the hall back several yards.
He looked toward the exterior of the hall, his brows tightly furrowed, his heart filled with bewilderment.
He knew this Saint's aura all too well.
It belonged to the Two Sages of the West!
Yet Haotian could not understand it at all. Zhun Ti had only just had his physical body and Dao Fruit destroyed by Qin Mu in the Blood Sea, while Jie Yin had fled in a panic. Why were these two startled birds not fleeing for their lives with their tails between their legs, but instead coming here to go mad?
Under Haotian's uncertain gaze, the doors of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall exploded open with a thunderous boom, and two figures radiating boundless divine might strode inside.
Two enormous Saint Dharma Forms filled the void of the entire Lingxiao Treasure Hall. Jinguang and black mist intertwined, casting the originally solemn Heavenly Emperor's palace in a grim and sinister light.
Jie Yin stood expressionlessly on the left. Buddhist light faintly flickered around his gaunt body, yet an indescribable ruthlessness shone from his Compassionate eyes.
Zhun Ti strode to the center of the hall. A newly condensed broken branch of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree floated above his head, while the full pressure of a Level 7 Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal mercilessly bore down.
The white jade floor of the entire Lingxiao Treasure Hall cracked inch by inch beneath Zhun Ti's feet, producing piercing crunches.
"Haotian!"
Standing below the dais, Zhun Ti looked down at Haotian seated upon the imperial throne. His voice was as cold as a blade