Hearing that the Zhantian God Clan had suffered no losses, the Imperial Marshals' gazes turned even colder as they swept over Granny Yin once more.
All along, she had never fit in here. The Zhantian God Clan had sunk deep into the eerie vortex of summoned ghosts, shunned by the human race and even rejected by the Moral God Multitude, who were fellow ghosts and gods...
Those chilling stares finally provoked Granny Yin completely. Her expression turned incomparably grim, her entire face black as ink as she suddenly roared, "This is obviously an attempt to drive a wedge between us! Could you all please use your brains and stop making a laughingstock of yourselves?"
She actually knew it was not a matter of brains, but of long-standing resentment.
As the standard-bearers of ghosts and gods, the Zhantian God Clan acted forcefully. Under the fair rules of the Heavenly Dao, no one had dared voice any grievances for the time being. But now that the Heavenly Dao was flawed, and with Li Tianming's situation added to the mix, it was inevitable that other thoughts would sprout in some people's hearts.
"Granny Yin, we all know this is Li Tianming's attempt to sow discord, but what if someone is playing along? After all, everyone knows about the summoned ghosts," Saint Yang said in a strange, mocking tone.
"If you have doubts about the Zhantian God Clan's loyalty to the Eightfold God Multitude, then go back and apply for a Heavenly Dao investigation. Go report it to the Heavenly Emperors! If we have violated the Heavenly Dao, heavenly punishment will naturally descend. We don't need you farting here! I will immediately restrain the Zhantian Eonic God Army, and I ask all of you to keep your own people in line as well. At