Just as the Lu family members were each lost in their own thoughts, utterly shaken,
Yang Dingtian, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground and silently recovering, slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at the Divine Emperor bound up like a dumpling in the sky, then at the calm, utterly confident look on his elder brother's face.
The big fool scratched his head and asked with an honest expression, "Big Brother, who's this old thing? He looks pretty powerful, so how come he's so weak?"
One sentence nearly made the Lu family's Third Ancestor—who had only just managed to establish a lofty image—stumble and fall flat on his face.
The Divine Emperor was "pretty powerful" but "weak"?
My dear Yang, you call that weak?
Didn't you see how the few of us Divine Kings nearly wet ourselves under that pressure just now?
Hearing his younger brother's foolish remark, Yang Lingtian was both amused and exasperated.
He said irritably, "Stop babbling. Once you've finished your pills, hurry over and help. Do you think watching the show is free?"
"Coming!" The moment Yang Dingtian heard there was a fight, he immediately perked up.
He hoisted the broad blade with its rolled edge and trotted over, asking excitedly,
"Big Brother, what's the plan? Should I go up right now and give him a slash to the head?"
"You?" Yang Lingtian shot him a sidelong glance.
"That broken blade of yours can't even break through his Body Protection Divine Light. Are you going up there to tickle him?"
"Uh..." Yang Dingtian was left speechless. He scratched his head awkwardly.
It seemed... that really was the case.
"Then why did you call me over?"
"To use your brute strength and help me with some heavy lifting."
As Yang Lingtian spoke, he stopped paying him