Searching for Xing Tian's Head

The assembled immortals and gods looked at one another, then lowered their heads one by one, eyes on their noses, noses on their hearts, as though they had heard nothing.

What a joke.

Go capture Yang Jian?

Even Heavenly King Li, a Daluo Golden Immortal, had been instantly defeated in a single move. If Primordial Unity Golden Immortals and Golden Immortals like them went up, wouldn't they just be delivering themselves on a platter?

What was more, that kid had Niu Ben, that star of misfortune, standing behind him!

Who would dare court that kind of bad luck?

Seeing the ministers' timid, shrinking manner, Haotian sneered inwardly, yet his face displayed an even more "disappointed" and "furious" expression.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in succession. The chill in his voice was enough to freeze the entire Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

"So vast a Heavenly Court, ruling the Three Realms and governing all living beings, yet now not a single person dares apprehend one rebel!"

His words dripped with sarcasm, making every minister below flush crimson with shame, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Haotian slowly rose from his imperial seat, clasped his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth, his face wearing an expression of "utter conflict" and "having no other choice."

After a long while.

As if he had made up his mind, he suddenly stamped his foot and said in a deep voice.

"Since you are all useless, I can only seek outside aid!"

He turned toward the West, his voice carrying a trace of "helplessness" and "resolve."

"Transmit My decree!"

"Appoint Venus Star Lord as My special envoy. He is to depart at once for the Western Heaven—"

"Invite the Two Saints of the West to act