Smack!
Inside East Arrival Pavilion of Luoyi Imperial Palace, Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long's fair palm struck Tong Fu's cheek with savage force as Tong Fu stood bowed before him.
Tong Fu, a Creation Realm Divine Being whose cultivation had reached the Creation Realm, actually staggered from that slap. His cheek swelled high in an instant, then began to recover at a steady pace.
Even having reached the Creation Realm, the instinct ingrained in his bones still kept Tong Fu from using even the slightest trace of Creation Realm aura or power before Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long. He took the slap head-on.
"Trash!"
All of Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long's fury seemed to condense into those two words. Light flickered throughout East Arrival Pavilion, and even space itself seemed to tremble.
His fair, slender fingers slowly pressed against a seal at his waist that had been swaying ceaselessly with his fury. The spatial turbulence within East Arrival Pavilion swiftly settled.
"You, a dignified Creation Realm expert, were actually deceived by a Half-step Dao Realm clone and mistook its clone for the true body!
Have you spent all these years living like a dog?"
"What use is there in keeping trash like you?"
"Your Majesty, calm your wrath! This old servant deserves death—a death ten thousand times over!"
Yu Chaoen and Tong Fu simultaneously threw themselves to the ground, pressing their foreheads to the floor as they pleaded for forgiveness, their faces filled with terror.
"Hmph. You ruined My great affair. Right now, I have the urge to flay you alive!" Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long cursed aloud, but his pair of gleaming dark eyes remained fixed on Grand Supervisor of the Inner Palace Yu Chaoen, their light flickering.
At this moment, Ji Long had already begun to entertain a certain suspicion.
Otherwise, how