Di Jun silently held his peace in his heart.
"Ha ha ha..."
After a long while, Wu Tian, seeing that Di Jun had nothing to say, couldn't help but break into loud laughter within Di Jun's state of mind.
At this moment, Wu Tian felt that he had finally vented his pent-up resentment.
He was the only disciple of the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou, and before meeting Di Jun, he could dominate among both Daoists and Demons as a Golden Immortal.
However, in his two encounters with Di Jun, he was always on the losing end.
The first time, he was evenly matched with Di Jun, and when he reached the level of a Daluo Golden Immortal, he thought that capturing Di Jun would be as easy as reaching out his hand.
Unfortunately, it was not to be; despite exerting all his effort, it was in vain, which made him feel like he had become a joke among the Daluo Golden Immortals.