After Ao Yue led the Dragon Race back beneath the sea, the wounded Dijun flew back as well. He looked at Taiyi, then at Yuanshi, who was watching him coldly, and drew a deep breath before ordering his army to withdraw and return to the Heavenly Court.
There was no other choice. As he was now, he could not defeat Yuanshi, and even joining forces with Taiyi would give him no chance of victory. He could only swallow his anger for the time being. Once he defeated the Witch Race and attained the supreme Great Dao, perhaps he could draw forth primordial purple qi. After becoming a Saint, he would settle this debt with Yuanshi properly.
Saint Dijun plus the Zhou Tian Star-Dipper Formation-surely that would be enough to thrash Yuanshi?
With that thought, Dijun called to Taiyi, "Taiyi, we're going back!"
Hearing Dijun's call, Taiyi glanced back at him. Seeing that his injuries were not serious, he recalled how Ao Yue had urged him not to fight a Saint and to take good care of himself. Taiyi closed his eyes. A few seconds later, he unclenched his fists and nodded. "Yes, Elder Brother."
The brothers then led the Demon Soldiers and Generals away together.
As for Yuanshi, neither brother bowed to him again. They simply left.
You humiliated us like this. Even if we cannot defeat you and can only swallow this bitter anger for now, bowing to you... forget it. Whoever wants to can do it. We certainly won't bow to you again.
Seeing Dijun and Taiyi lead the Demon Soldiers and Generals away without bowing to him, Yuanshi frowned.
He had not deliberately sought to humiliate the brothers, but he believed in following Heaven and obeying its mandate. Whatever Heaven willed, he would do. Dijun had wanted