In a hall in Hongyue's capital, a palm technique shot toward Lou Yujing, seated on a draconic throne.0

"Please calm down, Saint!" Lou Yujing exclaimed.0

Badly wounded, the saint's avatar didn't have much strength. Lou Yujing was able to defend against his attack readily.0

Tu Jiuniang and Tu Siniang fretted anxiously by the side of the hall. "Please calm down, Saint! Please!"0

They wanted to hold him back, but didn't dare interfere.0

"Calm down? And how do you expect me to calm down? My main body has been sealed. I can't call on heavenly law any longer! You've ruined me!" the saint's avatar roared.0

"Saint, I've been supporting you to the best of my ability. You devised the plan with Tang Zhengqi yourself, and I did as you instructed. Even my ancestral zombie avatar has been badly hurt because of you. When have I harmed you? If there's anyone to blame, it's Tang Zhengqi," Lou Yujing as...0