Hongjun Patriarch casually took a seat opposite Wu, saying, "You're courting death! Even in a mortal body, you're still no match for me. At least, I'm quite a bit more skilled than you with bricks, beer bottles, and folding stools."
Wu, upon hearing this, was at a loss for words and then snorted, "You... are as conceited as ever!"
Hongjun smiled faintly, pulled out a beer, and chugged it down. After belching, he said, "You... are quite clever, but as the embodiment of negative emotions, you will always be incomplete."
Wu sneered, "So what? The tide has turned, and today you are surely going to die!"
Hongjun scoffed, "Is that so?"
Boom!
A loud bang!
Then Black Nuwa and Supreme Elder Lord, along with others, shouted in surprise and promptly sat down on the ground.
After exchanging glances, they knew; the path of the Saints had been destroyed!
They had all fallen to the mortal world, becoming mere mortals!
