"Hmm?"
As Emperor Fengdu's words ended, Emperor Jun's breath hitched, and the magic he was launching at Emperor Fengdu slightly slowed, as a trace of shock and uncertainty crossed his eyes.
Right, Hongmeng Purple Qi is the key to attaining sainthood. Why hadn't Ye Xuan come to intercept Emperor Fengdu? Could it be that he truly didn't care about becoming a saint?
A huge doubt, a tremendous doubt—Emperor Jun, as a Quasi-Saint, was acutely aware of how much temptation Hongmeng Purple Qi held for someone in his position.
"Both Daoist friends, hold your hands."
Suddenly, Emperor Jun bellowed out, while Zhu Rong had already retracted his Ancestral Witch Divine Ability. It was obvious that he, too, had heard Emperor Fengdu's words and was now harboring doubts in his heart.
Clearly, although their minds were clouded by greed, they were all pre-eminent beings between Heaven and Earth, none of them fools. They also perceived the suspicious points.
