Watching Luohu get beaten, Houtu could not help laughing.
"All right, all right. What good does beating him do?"
"Whether you're a native here or not, I don't think you harbor any ill intentions. But how should we deal with this fellow now?"
"It really would be a pity to kill it outright."
"How about this? Lock it up for now, and deal with those Saints first!"
Houtu gazed toward the outskirts of the Underworld, her expression grave.
By then, the Saints had already arrived.
The Three Pure Ones Dao Ancestors, the Two Buddhist Sages, Empress Nuwa, and Hongjun had all surrounded it.
"Empress Houtu, why must you shield that outsider? We are the living beings of the Primordial World. We're the ones on the same side. He is nothing but an outsider."
Nuwa's voice rang through the Underworld.
Meanwhile, everyone else in the Underworld gathered around, their faces filled with confusion.
"Little Tu, what happened?"
"What occasion is this? Why have so many Saints gathered at the Underworld?"
"Nearly all the Primordial World's Saints are here. Who are they after?"
"What is the meaning of this? What business do you have coming to our Underworld?"
At some point, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had gathered, one after another.
They stood firmly beside Houtu, then looked at the crowd with grave expressions.
The Three Pure Ones and the other Saints also revealed themselves.
One by one, they manifested their Saint bodies, attempting to enter the Underworld.
But Houtu had already taken control of the Underworld's laws, forcibly keeping them outside.
"Houtu, it seems you're determined to persist in your delusion. Must you oppose us?"
Dao Ancestor Hongjun stared coldly at the Underworld.
Houtu spoke calmly.
"You're the ones with a problem, all right? Don't you think you've changed far too quickly?"