"Boom!"
Yet just as the fellow disciples Jieyin and Zhunti were leaving, an earth-shaking boom suddenly rang out beside their ears.
The terrifying figure of the Pangu True Form abruptly appeared before Jieyin and Zhunti, inconveniently blocking their retreat.
When they went left, the Pangu True Form went left. When they went right, the Pangu True Form went right.
Yet he simply would not attack.
He merely watched Jieyin and Zhunti in silence.
But the longer this continued, the more embarrassed their old faces became.
There was no helping it. They had done something wrong.
They were in the wrong!
Daochen, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Dijun, and the others watched the scene with interest, sipping wine and eating all manner of immortal delicacies and spiritual fruits. Life could hardly have been more pleasant.
Daochen and the others were enjoying themselves, but Jieyin and Zhunti, who were being watched like performers in a play, felt their old faces burning.
There was no helping it. The same old reason applied.
They were in the wrong!
"Ahem..."
After a moment, Zhunti gave a dry cough and looked up at the Pangu True Form, whose height reached hundreds of millions of feet and whose face was almost too distant to make out. "This humble monk, Zhunti, greets you, fellow Daoists of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. May I ask why you have blocked our path?"
Well, damn.
The moment Zhunti said this, Daochen and his two brothers, who had been leisurely enjoying the show, nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
You two, Jieyin and Zhunti, caused such an enormous mess.
And you still have the nerve to ask why the Twelve Ancestral Witches are blocking your path?
Faced with this, Daochen had only one response.
Well, damn!
Could you at least have a little shame?