Demon Emperor Dijun watched Wang Shi fly into a frenzy, and an indescribable fear rose within him.
An expert whose moods changed so unpredictably posed the greatest threat.
"Fellow Daoist Stone Spirit, spare us! We had no idea we would draw the attention of such a powerful being!"
"We know we were wrong. We won't dare do it again."
Wang Shi snorted coldly.
"From this day forward, no fighting whatsoever is permitted between the Witch and Demon Tribes in the Primordial World. Don't tell me you can't keep your subordinates in line. If I discover anyone obeying outwardly while defying me in secret, don't blame me for killing a chicken to warn the monkeys."
"If the Witch and Demon Tribes fight, I won't kill the rank and file. I'll kill only your leaders, and I won't show any mercy."
Wang Shi's words carried a strong implication of collective punishment.
They instantly became fully alert.
He wasn't joking. He might very well dare to do exactly that.
"We will certainly keep our subordinates in line and never cause you trouble, Fellow Daoist Stone Spirit."
The leaders of both tribes hurried to pledge their compliance, not daring to show the slightest negligence.
Beyond Chaos, within the Purple Firmament Palace.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun looked at the Saints, his expression exceedingly grave.
"I witnessed everything that just happened."
"The Third Sermon is not far off. Make your preparations."
The Saints exchanged glances, confusion showing in their eyes.
Shouldn't dealing with these external threats be the most important matter right now? Why was Dao Ancestor Hongjun still concerned with the sermon?
But none of them were fools, and they could make some guesses. These three sermons were very likely of immense significance, affecting the future of the entire Primordial World.
Just then, Dao Ancestor