At those words, the aura surrounding Luohu abruptly faltered.
The dark purple demonic qi that had been churning ceaselessly seemed suddenly cut off by an invisible hand, frozen in midair, unable to advance or retreat.
Luohu's gaze shifted.
He slowly raised those eyes, deep as an abyss, and looked in a certain direction.
Cold light flickered deep within his dark purple pupils, like an unsheathed blade silently slicing through the shadowy void.
Then...
In that stretch of void, space seemed to be gently torn open by an invisible hand, and a figure stepped slowly out.
Faint golden light shone, and a Buddhist aura shimmered.
The newcomer wore a kasaya and held the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, his sorrowful face carrying an indescribable composure.
There was no need to say more!
The newcomer was none other than Zhunti!
At that moment, Zhunti narrowed his discerning eyes slightly, a mocking, teasing smile at the corners of his mouth as he leisurely studied Luohu.
His gaze was like someone inspecting a fierce beast trapped in a cage, or examining an old possession about to be destroyed.
Composed, indifferent, and even somewhat condescending.
That gaze displeased Luohu greatly.
No, displeasure hardly covered it.
It stirred contempt and fury that sank deep into his bones.
After all, what was Zhunti to Luohu?
Merely a Named Disciple under Hongjun, an ant barely clinging to life in the Western World back during the Dao-Devil War.
When Luohu's might shook the Primordial World and he stirred up the Dragon-Han Calamity, Zhunti had not even been fit to carry his shoes!
And now he dared look at him like that?
The demonic qi around Luohu surged uncontrollably once more, dark purple radiance swirling violently over his body until the entire space faintly trembled.
Still, Luohu did not impulsively strike.