Hai Yi angrily said, "Zheng Wentian! Don't you know where you went wrong until now? Without the Celestial Court, mortals would have died long ago. These shortsighted fools, for a little bit of power, are opposing the Celestial Court, and you even joined them?"
Xiang Tong scolded angrily, "Why should mortals compete with immortals? Waste him!"
"Break his limbs!"
Seeing Zheng Wentian's stubborn appearance, more than a dozen immortal beings gradually became angry and excited. This Zheng Wentian was not only bad but also foolish, hopelessly so. For that inexplicable reason, he was willing to betray the companions he grew up with and the elders who taught him.
In his fury, Hai Yi struck out with a palm, and his Primordial Spirit's power of the sixth realm transformed into a dragon shape, rushing furiously toward Zheng Wentian.
But the next moment, a look of terror suddenly flashed across Zheng Wentian's face; his eyes widened as he looked behind Hai Yi and others.