With an uneasy heart, watching the battle before him.
Zibaiqing was filled with fear and trepidation. The Purple Emperor had said he wouldn't kill him, but Zibaiqing was still not reassured.
His father was both righteous and evil, although when it came to major issues, there was absolutely no problem.
But sometimes, the words he speaks may not be trustworthy.
If he really wanted to kill him, could he defend against it?
Zibaiqing was very aware of the Purple Emperor's cultivation; he was at least at the Eightfold Heavens of the Creation Realm.
As for Zibaiqing himself, his power was on par with Haotian God, and facing the Purple Emperor at his peak, he was simply no match.
The battle between the Supreme Ancestral Demon and Haotian God was reaching a fever pitch; Haotian God was covered in blood, barely holding on.
At this rate, he was surely doomed, with no chance of survival.
"Zibaiqing, you bastard, aren't you coming to save me?" Haotian God cried.
