Was this Lu Ya his true form?
Had he already escaped his confinement?
Moonlight Bodhisattva's words echoed in Meng Qi's mind, as if a single stone had stirred a thousand-layered sea. Lu Ya had actually escaped? How? Had some other mighty being helped him?
Of course, that wasn't the most important thing. The most important thing was that the Lu Ya before him was very likely a Creation-level being. The gap between them was greater than the difference between a planet and a star, and yet Meng Qi had been thinking of relying on the God Beating Whip and Moonlight Bodhisattva to snatch the Investiture of the Gods from this Creation Great Power!
What did it mean to have an ant try to shake a tree? This was exactly that!
If Lu Ya harbored ill intent, Meng Qi hadn't come to steal the Investiture of the Gods—he'd come to deliver the God Beating Whip!
A prickling sensation rose at his back. Meng Qi felt as if he'd returned to his childhood, powerless to even truss a chicken. He'd spotted a dried rope on the ground and gone over to play with it, only to discover up close that it was a vicious, triangular-headed, withered-yellow venomous snake. It flicked its forked tongue, its eyes cold. The slippery, revolting sensation seemed to seep straight into his heart.
His heart beat slowly and steadily. Meng Qi's expression didn't change, and he said as if nothing were amiss, "I've been searching for traces of the Azure Emperor, but found nothing. That is, until I was invited by Great Sage Meishan Yuan Hong of Golden Ao Island to attend a banquet. There, I stumbled upon the Azure Emperor fighting Yuan Hong, who held the Core Shard of the Eastern Emperor Bell. I was caught in