"Fated to join your Western Religion?"
Kong Xuan raised his eyes, seeing through the Sage incarnation borne by that wisp of power from the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, and the mockery at his lips grew colder.
"You don't even dare come in your true body, yet you dare try to convert me?"
Before Golden Rooster Ridge, the hearts of Xiqi's surviving troops trembled.
Jiang Ziya tightened his grip on the God-Beating Whip, his face growing paler.
He could tell.
With those words, Kong Xuan had shown Saint Zhunti no respect whatsoever.
The compassion on Daoist Zhunti's face stiffened slightly.
He had previously been warned by the incense ash from Guanjiangkou. His true body dared not venture lightly into Southern Jambudvipa, so he could only project a wisp of an incarnation through the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.
But even an incarnation carried a Sage's majesty.
How many in the Primordial World dared humiliate him to his face like this?
"Kong Xuan."
Zhunti spoke slowly, his voice still gentle.
"I took pity on your extraordinary origins, which was why I was willing to guide you into the pure lands of the Western Religion."
"You are entangled in the sins of slaughter, with calamity qi pressing down upon your head. If you persist in your delusion, you may not be able to preserve even your true spirit beneath the Investiture of the Gods Slaughter Tribulation."
Kong Xuan laughed.
His laughter was quiet, yet it chilled the entire mountain road.
"When has the Phoenix Clan Royal Scion, the first peacock born between heaven and earth, ever needed the Western Religion's protection?"
Behind him, the Five-Colored Divine Light slowly rose.
Azure, yellow, red, black, white.
Five streams of radiance illuminated Golden Rooster Ridge, their pressure leaving the people of Xiqi struggling to breathe.
Kong Xuan's