Disguise

In his heart, the Ninth Heaven Prison—especially Lin Zhu—had become a force he valued immensely, even regarded as his most cherished inner circle and the foundation of his future!

And now, Western Heaven actually dared to lay hands on this "treasure" of his so openly, intent on eliminating him at all costs. This was practically digging out the Jade Emperor's foundations and cutting off the Heavenly Court's future! How could he not be furious? How could he not be anxious? Even alone in the heart of Western Heaven, facing the Thirty Thousand Buddhas and Nine True Dragons, he showed no hesitation, displaying an unprecedentedly hard-line stance!

The atmosphere in the arena once again froze solid under the Jade Emperor's forceful intervention, tense enough for blades to be drawn!

On one side stood the Jade Emperor, who had come alone yet radiated imperial majesty and killing intent. On the other were Western Heaven's Thirty Thousand Buddhas, who held the advantage of terrain and deep reserves but were in the wrong from the start, beset by troubles within and without. Then there were the Nine True Dragons, watching coldly with unclear intentions. For a moment, the situation reached a deadlock.

Yet at the very peak of this tension, when it seemed a single taut string was about to snap, a calm voice carrying even a hint of easy amusement shattered the suffocating silence.

"Your Majesty."

It was Lin Zhu.

He stepped forward and gave a slight cupped-fist salute toward the Jade Emperor's back. A gentle smile rested on his face, and his tone was as relaxed as though he were discussing the day's weather.

"Please calm your anger, Your Majesty. There is no need to fly into a rage over such a trivial matter and harm your dragon body."

He paused, sweeping