How Could Heavenly Lord Yuanshi Bow His Head?

To be honest, the heavenly soldiers and generals before him were nothing more than an ant swarm crawling about in his eyes.

With a mere wave of his hand, he could sweep them all into the dust.

But they had not come today to smash the place up. They had come to demand an explanation.

If they truly beat this bunch of foot soldiers flat, it would instead become evidence that "the Human Race had brazenly besieged the Heavenly Court"—

even if they had reason, they would lose it; even with the initiative in hand, they would lose on legitimacy.

At that thought, the corners of his lips curled slightly. The smile never reached his eyes, yet it was more biting than frost, more intimidating than thunder—

retreat, and live; stay, and get beaten.

Choose.

The heavenly generals finally came to their senses. They exchanged glances, then, with unspoken understanding, all stepped back half a pace, then another half a pace...

until they simply cleared a perfectly straight path.

Was this a joke? This lord could clear out Golden Immortals with one punch.

Who would dare gamble the head on their shoulders for the Heavenly Court's flimsy pride?

Li Tian said no more and led the others in with heads held high.

The Heavenly Court's cloud path stretched out like a rainbow, wind rising beneath their feet as they headed straight for the sacred ground of Yaochi.

At this moment, music still drifted through Yaochi, laughter ringing bright.

Haotian sat upright upon the high platform, his face full of springtime warmth, utterly unaware that a calamity star had already broken through the clouds and come for him—

old debts and new, all would be settled in one stroke today.

They had inquired along the way and learned—

the Immortal Peach