Acting, Simply at the Level of a Film Emperor

Those few words were like a series of hammers, smashing viciously into the Giant Spirit God's heart.

He shuddered violently. At last, his instinct to survive overcame his fear. He scrambled up from the ground, not even bothering to retrieve his Xuanhua giant axe, then turned into a streak of divine light and fled madly toward the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

He had to bring this news back at once!

Yang Jian watched the Giant Spirit God's fleeing figure without the slightest change in expression.

"Young Master, what should we do now..." East Prince Gong asked with a bow. He had completely settled into his role as a guardian.

"No rush."

Yang Jian turned around and cast his gaze beyond the Thirty-Third Heaven, toward that boundless expanse of Chaos.

"Let's go. We're going to Wa Empress Palace to find my younger sister, Yang Chan."

With that, his figure shifted. He took East Prince Gong with him and vanished from the Heavenly Court in an instant, their forms melting into Chaos as though they had never appeared at all.

Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

The Jade Emperor Haotian sat high upon his dragon throne, his face so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water.

Just moments ago, through the Haotian Mirror, he had personally witnessed everything that had happened outside the South Heavenly Gate.

Vajra Immortal was dead.

That old man following Yang Jian had killed him with a single glance!

Body and soul utterly destroyed!

Haotian's heart gave an involuntary twitch.

That was a Late Quasi-Saint!

Who was that old man? Had such a figure existed in Ancient Times? Could he be some old monster that Niu Ben that ox had dug up from who knew where?

His original script had been for Vajra Immortal and Yang Jian to trade blows for