Purple Wei Emperor Star

He looked at Emperor Venerate seated upon the Nine Dragon Imperial Throne, his mind struggling to process it.

What did he mean, he could not be allowed to leave like this?

What did Martial Uncle mean by that?

Did splitting open Peach Mountain require some special preparation?

Yang Jian frowned slightly, his eyes full of confusion.

"Martial Uncle, this disciple is dull-witted."

"I ask Martial Uncle to enlighten me."

Yang Jian clasped his hands in salute, his manner exceedingly respectful.

Emperor Venerate looked at Yang Jian and gently shook his head.

"You brat, you're still far too arrogant at heart."

"Do you really think that, at the late stage of Daluo Golden Immortal, you can sweep through the Heavenly Court?"

"Haotian may be useless, but he holds the orthodox legacy of the Heavenly Dao in his hands."

"The Heavenly Court's foundations run far deeper than you imagine."

Emperor Venerate rose to his feet and slowly descended the jade steps.

The sound of his footsteps echoed through the vast, empty hall.

"The hundred thousand naval troops are nothing but cannon fodder."

"Those ten Immortal Lords are merely there to put on a show."

"The ones who can truly take your life are the Quasi-Saint great experts hidden in the shadows."

"For the sake of his pride, Haotian will absolutely spare no cost to suppress you at Peach Mountain."

As Yang Jian listened to Emperor Venerate's words, his heart abruptly sank.

Quasi-Saint.

Those two words weighed heavily upon his heart.

He had just crossed hands with Chi You. He knew all too well how terrifying a Quasi-Saint was.

Even though Chi You had held back, that sheer crushing pressure of laws had still left him breathless.

If a Quasi-Saint truly stood guard at Peach Mountain, then his late-stage Daluo Golden Immortal cultivation