This Firework Is Going Off

"North Pole, have you lost your mind?!"

Wang Ye's face was pale as paper, his aura in disarray as he fled miserably to the edge of the Heavenly Court. He asked in disbelief.

Every time this guy forcefully acted while dormant, he paid a terrible price.

But now—

Great Emperor of the North Pole's eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Wang Ye. Behind him, several Star Lords and Great Immortals all looked at Wang Ye with murderous gazes.

"Maitreya, so it really was you!"

"Does your Spirit Mountain intend to start a war with my Heavenly Court?"

"Or are you now qualified to represent Spirit Mountain?"

Great Emperor of the North Pole's icy voice echoed continuously throughout the Heavenly Court.

When Wang Ye had claimed to be Maitreya's disciple, he had only half believed it, until—

He saw Maitreya himself this time.

That bald donkey had actually come together with his disciple.

The two of them were equally sneaky. If he had not been cautious this time, endured the discomfort in his body, paid a considerable price, and delayed his slumber, he might truly have fallen for their trick again.

Now, Wang Ye had nearly been killed outright by a single palm strike from him, while Maitreya had also suffered severe injuries.

Yet they had ultimately escaped to the edge of the Heavenly Court.

At this position, killing them was no longer very realistic.

Wang Ye endured the pain inside his body, carried his clone in hand, took a deep breath, and tried to keep his voice calm. "This humble monk did not wish for this either."

"But something went wrong while my Buddha was asleep, and he urgently requires pills to heal his injuries."

"I believe the King will understand as well."

Great Emperor of the North