The Jade Emperor sat upright upon his dragon carriage, his eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze deep as an abyss as it slowly passed over Xing Tian, Hou Yi, and Chang'e. After a moment, he lightly raised a hand, signaling the gods to rise. Then he lowered his eyes, his expression indifferent—neither sorrowful nor joyful, neither angry nor resentful.
The moment Xing Tian saw Haotian appear, he soared into the sky, Gan Qi in hand, his voice like tearing silk. "Haotian, you've come!" Before the words had even fallen, his killing intent had already burst forth like an icy tide breaching a dike. Killing Intent shot from his body into the void, condensing into blades, swords, axes, and spears that rang sharply enough to deafen the ear.
The immortals and gods knew trouble was coming the instant they heard him. At once, they gathered around Haotian's side, outwardly composed, yet already laying down layer upon layer of protection.
Haotian did not so much as lift the corner of his eye toward Xing Tian. He merely smiled and said, "Hehe, Xing Tian, it has been many years. Have you been well?"
Hearing this, Xing Tian tugged at the corner of his mouth, his coldness chilling to the bone. Gan Qi in his hand shook violently, and the void hummed like a drum as ripples spread outward layer by layer. His teeth clenched tight, crackling with the sound of metal and stone striking together. "Hmph! Back then, I let my guard down for but an instant, and your Haotian Mirror trapped my Witch Power, leaving it sluggish. You took that chance to sever my head and suppress it within Changyang Mountain. Now that I have returned, how should you and I settle this old debt?"
Before the words had fallen, black Killing Intent