If He Wanted to Save You, Why Would He Have Been So Cruel?

"We wronged you. We wronged your mother."

Yaochi's gentle, guilt-laden words drifted through the skies above the True Lord Temple at Guanjiang Mouth.

They did not ease the tension in the slightest.

At those words, Yang Jian let out an exceptionally harsh, cold laugh. His right hand clenched tightly around the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd, his knuckles cracking loudly.

He stared fixedly at the lofty rulers of the Heavenly Court before him, the chill in his eyes enough to freeze the surrounding air solid.

Sorry?

Did three weightless words think they could erase those endless, sunless years beneath Peach Mountain?

Did they think they could make up for the blood-deep hatred of losing both parents as a child and being hunted across the world by Heavenly Soldiers and generals?

It was the most absurd joke in the world!

The atmosphere was taut to the extreme.

The moment Yang Jian swung his weapon, a fierce battle would be unavoidable.

Seeing Yang Jian poised to fight to the death, Haotian's anger surged as well. He was the dignified Heavenly Emperor—since when had a junior been allowed to threaten him like this?

He was just about to put on the airs of an elder and rebuke him.

Then, hurried footsteps came from the moon gate leading to the rear courtyard of the True Lord Temple.

"Jian'er, stop."

It was a woman's voice, gentle and soft, carrying a calming power that soothed the heart—yet it also held unquestionable authority.

The instant he heard that voice, the world-destroying killing intent around Yang Jian vanished without a trace.

He spun around sharply. With a flick of his wrist, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd transformed into a stream of light and flew back into his sleeve. The coldness on his face instantly melted away, replaced by obedient concern.

He