What to Do About the Bomb

"Damn it!"

"How did the Great Emperor of the North Pole appear here? Is that little brat one of his people?"

Great Emperor Ran Deng's expression was terrifyingly grim. He spoke through gritted teeth.

Ever since awakening, he had repeatedly suffered losses at Wang Ye's hands, and his desire to kill Wang Ye had grown intense. But that brat was far too crafty—even when being followed, he only used avatars, never giving him an opening.

And now, he had even dragged in one of the Six Imperials of the Heavenly Court.

In ancient times, the Great Emperor of the North Pole had been a renowned and fearsome figure, one whose name alone could make people pale.

Now that he had suddenly appeared here, it all felt rather strange.

Maitreya also frowned deeply, confusion and contemplation in his eyes. "It probably... isn't the North Pole."

"According to my intelligence, the North Pole is still at the center of the Heavenly Court, guarding it. He has not yet awakened."

"But if this person has never seen the North Pole, how could he perfectly recreate the Great Emperor of the North Pole's aura and appearance?"

Maitreya's first thought had been that Wang Ye was impersonating the Great Emperor of the North Pole.

But the more carefully he considered it, the more complicated things became.

At the very least—

If the Great Emperor of the North Pole was truly asleep, how could Wang Ye have seen him with his own eyes? Unless he had stormed the Heavenly Court.

That possibility... was even less believable than the Great Emperor of the North Pole awakening ahead of time.

"Now isn't the time to think about that. How are we dealing with Guanyin?"

"If we let her continue, something may happen!"

Great Emperor Ran Deng's eyes nearly