"Brother Zhang is marching south and north, and the lord is merely watching? Are you not afraid he will take over our world?"
"Ha, do you think such a small storm could overthrow my kingdom?"
The Primordial Lord of Heaven stood with hands behind his back, smiling mysteriously.
"Moreover, Zhang Beixing is my disciple, everything still needs my guidance."
"Rest assured, although he is young and impulsive, he will not commit any outrageous acts."
"As for those who covet the world..."
The Celestial Venerable's eyes suddenly chilled, revealing a hint of killing intent.
"I will ensure they come and never return!"
...
At that moment, a thunderclap resounded from the distant western sky.
Black clouds pressed down on the city, demonic qi filled the heavens.
"Hahaha, Zhang Beixing, you have finally come!"
An old man in a black robe laughed wildly to the sky, the sound ethereal and distant.
It was the supreme of the Demon Race, Hongjun Saint Ancestor!
