Zhunti was dumbfounded.
He looked at the rolling Jieyin's head on the ground and was stunned.
Then, he glared at Zhao Ling.
They did not expect Zhao Ling to dare to provoke the Two Sages of the West after slapping Primordial Origin in the face!
This plot was not right!
If they wanted to recruit Zhao Ling, shouldn't Zhao Ling be grateful and shed tears of gratitude?
Why did he slap Jieyin's face in the blink of an eye and slap his head off!？
This guy, could he still be reasonable?？
Even if you really want to slap your face, you should at least have a sign!
Jieyin was stunned for a moment. Then, he looked at Jieyin's rolling head and felt a sense of relief.
He was actually glad that he wasn't the one who went to persuade Primordial Origin and recruit Zhao Ling.
If he had been the one to go, he would probably be the one to be beheaded.
When the Grand Supreme saw Zhao Ling suddenly attack, he was surprised.
He looked at the head that was still rolling on the ground and the bright red palm print on Jieyin's face. He could not help but touch his cheek and neck.
Looking at the scene, he seemed to empathize with it. He felt that his neck and face were aching faintly.
At this moment, the Grand Supreme was deeply glad that he did not go.
Otherwise, he didn't know if he would be one of those who got slapped in the face.
This Zhao Ling even dared to beat up Primordial Origin and the West's Jieyin Daoists. The Grand Supreme did not think that Zhao Ling could not do anything to him.
When he thought of the scene of being slapped in the face, the Grand Supreme couldn't help but shiver.
It was the first time in the history of the Primordial World that a Sage had been slapped in the face.
Now, not only did this guy slap the faces of the Saints, but he also slapped the faces of two Saints.
He was ruthlessly beaten again and again.
Jie Yin's head was knocked off.
Wasn't this guy a little too fierce?!
The Grand Supreme looked at Zhao Ling's palm and felt a little afraid.
The other Saints who were peeping at them were all shocked and terrified.
Kunpeng, Minghe, Zhenyuanzi, and the others all thought that Zhao Ling was a ruthless man.
He was merciless and ruthless.
Moreover, he did not care about the other party's identity as a Saint at all.
One had to know that Saints were the top existences in the Primordial World, but Zhao Ling did not have the slightest worry.
If he wanted to fight, he could fight.
Could it be that he was really not afraid of the Saint's anger?
If it was the anger of an ordinary creature, there was no need to fear it.
However, that was the anger of a Saint.
When a Saint was angry, millions of corpses would fall!
This was no joke.
They silently made a decision in their hearts. They absolutely could not get close to Zhao Ling.
After all, if Zhao Ling dared to beat up a Saint, wouldn't they be able to kill him whenever they were unhappy?
When they thought of the scene of Zhao Ling raising his butcher knife and slaughtering wantonly, their bodies could not help but tremble.
As expected, for the sake of their safety, it was better to stay away from Zhao Ling.
Unlike Kun Peng and the others, Goddess Nvywa and Houtu were interested in Zhao Ling.
They looked at the clear palm print on Jie Yin's face and the rolling head that looked like a ball.
One had to know that the Daoist was a Saint!
In the past, even the three thousand guests of the Purple Cloud Palace had to fear his might.
And now, he was in such a sorry state.
His head and body were separated.
If the creatures of Untainted Land knew about this, the Taoist and the Western Religious Sect would become the laughing stock of the creatures.
They all had an amused expression.
Houtu couldn't help but laugh.
They did not expect Zhao Ling to be so rude and direct despite being handsome and refined.
Houtu, on the other hand, wanted to see this ruthless man with her own eyes.
Even if she could not leave Samsara now, it was not impossible to invite Zhao Ling to Samsara…
Hongjun looked at Jieyin's rolling head in the picture, and the corners of his eyes twitched a few times.
Primordial Origin was his second disciple, and Jieyin was also his disciple.
He did not expect Zhao Ling to slap his two disciples in the face.
Moreover, Zhao Ling was merciless and did not care about the other party's identity as a Saint. He attacked directly.
He must be a ruthless person.
Hongjun could not help but pay more attention to Zhao Ling.
The Saints were either afraid or shocked.
They all came to a conclusion in their hearts: This person was a ruthless character! Not to be provoked!
Jieyin's head rolled on the ground and finally hit a huge rock and stopped.
His head was facing the sky, and his eyes were fixed on the ground.
He seemed to feel the mocking gazes shooting at him from all directions and the mocking laughter lingering in his ears.
Jieyin's expression became crazy.
He was a saint, one of the leaders of the Western Sect!
In the past, even the 3,000 guests in Hongjun's Purple Cloud Palace had to fear him, and all the creatures in the Primordial World had to fear him!
But now, he was actually beheaded, and he might even be treated as a laughing stock in the future.
The might that he had accumulated for a long time had all vanished into thin air under Zhao Ling's palm!
In the future, how could he face those prehistoric creatures?
When those prehistoric creatures saw him, they would probably be respectful on the surface, but in fact, they would secretly mock him!
Although Jieyin was known as the "Shameless Taoist" because he had cheated Hongyun and Kunpeng's praying mats in the Purple Cloud Palace, he was still a shameless Taoist.
However, even someone as thick-skinned as him felt an uncontrollable anger at this moment!
This was simply a great humiliation!
He wanted to kill Zhao Ling to vent the hatred in his heart!!
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