Until the moment Hou Tu became a Saint, Di Jun's gaze finally shifted away from Hong Jun.
Alas, why didn't he make a move? Di Jun lamented inwardly.
He stared at Hong Jun. He had clearly sensed that the other party had intended to act—three times, in fact.
The first time was when Hou Tu gave birth to a Primordial Spirit, the second was when Hou Tu prepared to transform her physical body into reincarnation, and the third was when she obtained the Heavenly Pillar.
In the end, Hong Jun had forcibly restrained himself all three times, leaving Di Jun with no chance to fight him even if he wanted to.
"He can really hold himself back. No wonder he became the spokesman of the Heavenly Dao."
Di Jun truly felt like a poor man who had suddenly become rich. He possessed Saint-level cultivation, but could only show off a little.
"Fellow Daoist Hong Jun, how about we go outside the Chaos and have a match? Don't worry, it'll only be a spar. We absolutely won't hurt each other."
Di Jun held himself back for a long while, but still couldn't resist testing the waters.
He hadn't really expected anything, but what if it actually worked?
"Hmph!"
Hong Jun snorted coldly and vanished directly from Hong Huang.
I'd have to be insane to go fight you in the Chaos.
As the spokesman of the Heavenly Dao of Hong Huang, Hong Huang was his home ground. Going to the Chaos with you would be nothing but asking for a beating.
Seeing Hong Jun leave, Di Jun shook his head regretfully, then fixed his gaze on Hou Tu before shaking his head again.
"Forget it. Hou Tu just attained enlightenment. I'll wait until she finishes sorting out the affairs of the Earthly