Just as Hongjun finished reprimanding and warning the saints, he was about to leave.
Although they had been communicating through private transmissions,
how could Chen Xuan fail to see through their little scheme?
Especially Yuanshi Tianzun!
If looks could kill...
he would probably have been sliced into billions upon billions of pieces by that bastard already.
Facing the venomous gazes of the four saints, he did not care in the slightest. Instead, he smiled. "Yuanshi, if you want revenge, come anytime. The gates of our Witch Clan's Netherworld will always be open to you, and the punishments of the eighteen levels of hell will always be ready for you!"
The moment those words came out,
Yuanshi Tianzun trembled all over with rage. He wished he could charge forward right now and beat that bastard to death!
Arrogant!
Far too arrogant!
Rampant!
Utterly rampant!
"Master, look at him!"
Yuanshi Tianzun's face turned livid as he ground his teeth and spoke in a low voice.
But Taiqing held him tightly at the side, leaving him only able to glare furiously.
He looked as though...
if Taiqing Laozi had not stopped him, Yuanshi truly would have killed someone!
Who would have thought...
Hongjun's forehead filled with black lines. He waved a hand and said, "Taiqing, let him go. Let him go."
Hearing this, Taiqing hesitated briefly, but still did as he was told.
"..."
As Taiqing's hand suddenly loosened, Yuanshi Tianzun froze on the spot, instantly at a loss.
No, he had just been putting on an act to bolster the Profound Gate's prestige!
He had not meant it for real!
Someone hurry up and grab me again!
Damn it!
After a long while, Yuanshi still did not make a move.
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward...
Yuanshi was so embarrassed his toes curled