Haotian gritted his teeth in fury.
Those watching the spectacle watched, while those who feared no chaos egged it on...
Hadn't it been agreed that after the Investiture of the Gods, he would gain greater control over the Heavenly Court? Why did he feel that he was becoming less and less imposing? At that thought, Haotian became even more determined to take part in Journey to the West.
At the same time, he gripped the God-Slaying Whip in his hand even tighter!
Seeing this.
Zhao Gongming's heart skipped a beat:
This is bad...
Haotian isn't about to lose his temper, is he?
He looked again at the increasingly chaotic Heavenly Court. More and more immortal officials were heading toward the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, and the number of immortals and gods listed on the Investiture of the Gods kept growing. Several of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect were among them...
Zhao Gongming immediately looked toward Sun Wukong.
The next moment.
Their gazes met.
Zhao Gongming signaled with his eyes:
That's enough. More or less.
Why aren't you running now?
Are you really planning to test Haotian's position, brat?
Zixia?
Don't worry, we'll protect Zixia!
Sun Wukong was no fool. Earlier, his blood had rushed to his head, but after venting his emotions, he quickly calmed down. He naturally understood that the Heavenly Court was far from as simple as it appeared.
Take Zhao Gongming, for instance...
In his "past life," the God of Wealth had been all smiles and harmony.
Who would have thought he could utterly crush him?
If Zhao Gongming was like this, what about the others?
And what about Haotian, who appeared so flustered and panicked?
Seeing Zhao Gongming communicate with his eyes, Sun Wukong flicked the Golden Cudgel. With a boom, he sent all