Xiangliu and Daoist Randeng stared at each other.
How were they supposed to fight now?
Daoist Randeng, in particular, was so frantic he nearly cried!
He could neither retreat nor stand his ground.
He really was on the verge of tears.
This was the Demon Emperor!
He had appeared before him with a sudden whoosh, then vanished with another.
Who could take that?
Never mind him-even Primordial Heavenly Venerable would have felt unnerved here.
"Never mind me. Carry on as though I'm not here. I'm just passing through."
Just as Xiangliu and Ran Deng stared at each other, neither knowing what to do next, Daochen's voice rang out from the void again.
His voice had appeared, but no one knew where Daochen actually was.
He might have been right between them, or hundreds of millions of miles away.
Neither could guarantee that a punch would not accidentally land on Daochen, or what would happen then.
Whatever happened, the scene would surely be too horrible to look at.
No one could save them!
"Are you two going to fight or not? If not, I'm leaving."
Daochen's voice suddenly sounded from the void again.
Daoist Randeng shuddered at the sound.
This time, he really was nearly frightened to tears.
Inwardly, he cursed Yuanshi to the high heavens. Had he known Daochen would follow him here, he would never have accepted this task, even under threat of death.
He would rather have been slapped to death by Yuanshi than frightened to death by Daochen like this.
"Ah! Xiangliu, come and die! Primordial Heavenly Venerable ordered me to do all of this! It has nothing to do with the Demon Emperor!"
Daoist Randeng charged at Xiangliu like a madman.
Rather than a cultivator who focused on his primordial spirit, he looked more like a