As a comparison target for someone else being seriously injured, Erlang Shen Yang Sheng felt rather offended.
If the occasion had not been inappropriate, he would have already drawn his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade and taught Thunder Duke a proper lesson.
The Jade Emperor, who had descended from the throne platform rather than remaining seated, looked at Thunder Duke. "Speak."
Thunder Duke hurried two steps forward, avoiding Yang Sheng's icy gaze as he gave a detailed account of what had happened.
It seems he truly was injured, but... he's still difficult to deal with. The Jade Emperor thought to himself.
"What about his disciples?" the Jade Emperor asked.
What he truly wanted to know about was, of course, Sun Wukong.
"They have not appeared at all," Thunder Duke said.
"Good. You may leave." The Jade Emperor waved a hand, dismissing Thunder Duke.
Thunder Duke looked resentful. He had come all this way with great effort, and this was not the outcome he wanted. But Yang Sheng was standing nearby, and he had just said something rather inappropriate.
Considering Erlang Shen's feelings, it was clearly inappropriate for the Jade Emperor to reward him at this moment.
Thunder Duke could only leave helplessly, looking back every few steps.
Yang Sheng stepped forward and dropped to one knee before the Jade Emperor. "Your Majesty! This subject is willing to go and slay that fiend, taking his head to bolster the might of our Heavenly Court!"
The Jade Emperor looked at Yang Sheng and shook his head slightly. "There is no need. I already have arrangements for this matter."
"Your Majesty..." Yang Sheng still intended to say something.
The Jade Emperor had already interrupted him. "Say no more. If that demon monk truly reaches the Heavenly Court, then it will be your turn to act.