After returning to the Daoist temple, Han Jue heaved a sigh of relief.
No one could save Pan Xin now!
Han Jue faced Pan Xin's gaze and said calmly, "If you want to blame someone, blame what you said just now. Your choice makes me uneasy."
Pan Xin gritted his teeth. "Who are you?!"
At this moment, Han Jue's image in his mind became mysterious.
More than two hundred thousand years ago, when he first met Han Jue, this child was only an ant.
Now that he was at the Freedom Sage Realm, Han Jue easily suppressed him. What did this mean?
This meant that Han Jue was at least a Great Dao Sage!
In just two hundred thousand years, it was impossible for a mortal to cultivate to the Great Dao Sage Realm!
There was only one possibility. Han Jue was a mighty figure himself!
Pan Xin knew that the Great Dao Sages liked to use their clones or Dharma Idols to reincarnate and set up traps in various corners of the Chaos.