"Bastard! You've gone too far!"
Zhunti roared, his voice exploding like thunder in Chaos and throwing the entire East Sea into turmoil.
Some weaker beings were instantly shaken into a daze, their divine souls reeling and their scalps threatening to burst. They hurriedly fled into the distance, narrowly avoiding being shaken to death.
At that moment, Zhunti was truly furious!
It was not merely frustration, but a savage rage that made him want to disregard everything and crush everything here into dust.
What kind of existence was he?!
A mighty Sage!
Yet today... Ao Cunxin, a mere junior, was chasing him down and beating him?!
Chasing him down and beating him!
Those words circled madly through Zhunti's mind, like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, filling him with indescribable anguish, hatred, and fury.
How many epochs had he lived?
From the first opening of Chaos to the creation of the Primordial World, from the Dragon-Han Tribulation to the war of the Investiture of the Gods, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
Even when Gu Changqing had repeatedly bested him, he had lost to someone on his own level. Those defeats had been frustrating, but hardly shameful.
Today was different.
Today, the one chasing him down and beating him was a Quasi-Saint.
A junior who was no more than an ant in his eyes.
A surviving remnant of the Dragon Race.
If word of this spread, where could Zhunti hide his face? Where could the Buddhist School hide its face?
"Die!"
Zhunti roared. He no longer retreated, hesitated, or held anything back.
He formed seals with both hands. Buddha light surged, and hundreds of millions of rays of golden light erupted from his body, illuminating the entire East Sea.
Countless Sanskrit characters manifested within that golden light, packed as densely