Unable to swallow his anger, Primordial Heavenly Venerable turned to Laozi, who had followed him over. "Demon Emperor Daochen has gone too far in bullying me. I refuse to trade words with him. Senior brother, will you lend me a hand? I must teach him a proper lesson."
Laozi, who had only just arrived, was speechless. He did not even know what Primordial Heavenly Venerable had said, yet the man was already dragging him into a fight.
He knew Demon Emperor Daochen all too well.
Under normal circumstances, Daochen never did anything he was not confident of accomplishing.
He must have made foolproof preparations regarding the Human Race. Even if Hongjun intervened, he might not find grounds to act against him.
Besides, if the two of them truly fought Demon Emperor Daochen, who would win and who would lose remained uncertain.
Laozi shook his head. "Junior brother, stop this nonsense. This is the Heavenly Court, the Demon Race's territory."
What he really meant was that this was the Demon Emperor's domain, with Nüwa and Tongtian present. If the two of them dared run wild here, the others could beat them black and blue in minutes.
Most importantly, they were in the Heavenly Court Hall, with all the immortals, demons, gods, and ghosts below watching.
Moreover, Laozi could hear their discussions perfectly clearly.
"Whoa, the Sages are fighting among themselves."
"So the Sages were the ones who decided that the Human Race would rise."
"Were the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors already chosen too?"
"Is what Sage Primordial Heavenly Venerable said true? So they interfered in the Human Race's affairs because of their own feud?"
After all, not everyone knew about the sordid dealings between the Sages.
The spectacle the two of them were putting on in the hall was like