"You!"
Moon Sovereign was struck as if by lightning.
Slap!
That slap landed across his face. His eyes turned bloodshot, and seeing the Xia Emperor constantly shaking her head, he ultimately held back from resisting.
Boom!
He smashed into the ground, rolling a million meters before crashing into the crowd. The surrounding people hurriedly scattered, while the Great Xia Imperial Clan watched this lover of the Xia Emperor with strange looks.
"Take three more slaps from me, and I'll let you off today!" Saint Yang clicked his tongue and laughed.
When everyone heard this, their hearts churned like heaven and earth overturning. Perhaps only at this moment did they understand what it felt like to have one's dignity trampled.
Yet the irony was that they had personally offered their dignity to the Eight Gods!
Using one's dignity to test another civilization was like delivering one's face beneath the other party's slapping hand.
"Yue Xiao!" the Xia Emperor called out, clearly reminding Moon Sovereign not to resist.
Another tragedy seemed about to unfold!
Suddenly, a burst of golden light enveloped the area.
"What are you doing?"
Saint Yang paused in surprise and turned around. Behind the Xia Emperor, three figures of golden light had appeared.
Compared to those three golden figures, Saint Yang's somewhat wretched appearance naturally looked ugly.
"Mishe!" Saint Yang called with a grin, his hands behind his back.
"Don't cause trouble." Mishe Yi looked at him coldly.
"I'm not causing trouble. I'm just teaching an unruly little dog a lesson," Saint Yang snickered.
Mishe Yi glanced at the grief-stricken Moon Sovereign, then said coldly to Saint Yang, "These two are meritorious contributors who led us Eight Gods into the Ancient Hengsha. They deserve our respect. Watch your words and conduct. Otherwise, as the supreme commander of this operation,