In truth, even Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long himself felt as though he had been slapped in the face.
This dispatch of victory had smacked his old face so hard it rang with sharp slaps.
How humiliating!
Only moments ago, he had cursed Ye Zhen as a traitor. Now Ye Zhen had sent him a report of a great victory.
Overnight, they had slain 630,000 devils, killed thirteen Devil Race Dao Realm experts, and defeated the renowned Ironclad Guard Army. This was unquestionably a great victory!
But this victory report had come at far too inopportune a time—indeed, it was too much of a coincidence.
At that thought, intense hatred surged within Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long.
Grand Priest Bai Xiang had just given him a thorough beating with a staff in Qiankun Hall and cursed him to his face as a Foolish Ruler, and then this report of great victory arrived.
Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long had already begun to suspect that Ye Zhen and Grand Priest Bai Xiang had planned this together.
They had done it to slap his face, to make him, the emperor, lose face!
As an emperor, Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long was extremely sensitive when it came to political matters. In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
If Ye Zhen and Grand Priest Bai Xiang had worked together to deliberately humiliate him and leave him unable to save face, then why had they done it?
What political intention lay behind it?
What could they gain from it?
As a political creature, Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long was exceptionally capable in this regard.
In an instant, he arrived at a conclusion that broke him out in a cold sweat.
Ye Zhen and Grand Priest Bai Xiang would gain nothing by doing this, but one person would benefit.
That