Seeing how little Daochen cared, the Devil Ancestor felt rather helpless.
As the saying went, honest advice grated on the ear. Sometimes, what one friend said seemed like a harmless trifle to another. Perhaps Daochen still felt they were making a mountain out of a molehill.
The two suddenly moved in unison, and Daochen vanished into the Nine-Headed Serpent's body.
Then Daochen and Fate emerged from the Sealed Space, cursing and grumbling.
Neither would yield to the other, and both were covered in bruises.
At their level of strength, ordinary attacks could barely even break their skin.
Anyone below the Saint Realm Fifth Heaven would find it almost impossible to hurt Daochen and his peers. The gap between their realms was simply too vast.
"If you keep treating me so rudely, don't blame me for abandoning courtesy."
"You call this courteous? You've already thrown punches!"
"Hmph! Next time, I'll twist that bird head of yours right off."
The two walked out cursing and grumbling, both looking quite badly hurt.
Yet despite how fierce their fight had seemed, their injuries were only superficial and hardly mattered.
The Devil Ancestor stared at them, dumbfounded.
"Gentlemen, you've vented your anger and had your fight. Why not shake hands and make peace?"
Both glared furiously at the Devil Ancestor at once.
Their anger toward each other was plain to see.
That showed just how fiery their tempers were!
The Devil Ancestor looked at them helplessly.
For a moment, he had no idea how to persuade them.
Just then, footsteps sounded outside the Celestial Palace, hurried and pattering like raindrops.
The Devil Ancestor turned toward the outside. "What is it?"
The person outside stopped and respectfully bowed to the Devil Ancestor.
"Ancestor, Fuxi has entered the Origin Land. We failed to stop him in time.