Darkwater Realm, Heavenly Army main camp.
Chi Chen had just returned when a group of heavenly generals led by Li Baosheng surrounded him.
"The general has returned!"
"You're injured?"
"..."
They immediately noticed that although Chi Chen's dark-gold divine armor still gleamed brilliantly, several patches of dark red blood, not yet dry, stained the hem of his robe.
Seeing his face as dark as still water, their hearts clenched, and they instinctively began fearing the worst.
Li Baosheng and the others, skilled at reading expressions, immediately dared not ask further, much less mention the outcome of this expedition.
"Where are Daoist Grey Wolf and the others?" Yet some heavenly generals were blunt by nature.
Chi Chen did not answer at once. He merely strode toward the seat of honor, turned, and sat down. His gaze swept across the generals in the tent. Without further words, he flicked his sleeve, and three clusters of dim spiritual light, their auras feeble, floated into the air—their Primordial Spirits.
"I have brought the men back," he said coldly, his voice carrying unquestionable authority. "A mere Su Hao, alone and without support—what right does he have to stand against my Darkwater Heavenly Army?"
The atmosphere in the tent immediately eased, followed by a low burst of cheers.
Li Baosheng let out a long breath and hurriedly said, "Naturally! With the General's divine might, dealing with Su Hao must have been as easy as taking something from his hand! If not for his special status and the protection of the Heavenly Emperor, he would have long since—"
"In this subordinate's view, we should have captured him and thrown him into purgatory, so he could neither live nor die! Even the Heavenly Emperor cannot meddle in the affairs of our Darkwater Realm!" Duan Rong said through gritted