"Mother, this old bastard bullied me! It was him, it was him, it was him!"
"He even said he'd teach me a proper lesson on your behalf, Mother. He said I was ill-mannered, too."
The Heir stood on the Golden Battle Platform, lodging a complaint with Qing Yanjing.
"I didn't say that! I didn't!"
Heavenly Saint's vision went black, and he nearly fainted.
It was true that he had demanded Tai Cang hand over Mu Chen so he could avenge the four Holy Sons who had died a tragic death.
But he had never said Mu Chen was ill-mannered, nor had he said anything about teaching him a lesson on behalf of his parents.
Heavenly Saint really hadn't said any of that. He was innocent!
"Oh? My precious son is someone I wouldn't even bear to scold, and you—a mere Fifth Grade Supreme who doesn't even qualify as an Earth Sovereign—dare to teach Chen'er a lesson on my behalf?"
"You old bastard, you've got some nerve."
Qing Yanjing didn't even listen to Heavenly Saint's explanation. She simply raised a hand and pressed down.
Could her precious son really lie to her? Impossible.
This scoundrel named Heavenly Saint must have been stirring up trouble.
Rumble! She pressed down with a light touch of her finger, and space rippled violently.
The unbelievably solid space suddenly collapsed. A transparent spatial cage appeared, catching Heavenly Saint—the Lord of the Holy Spirit Academy—off guard and crushing him into a cloud of blood mist.
Before Qing Yanjing, a Saint Grade Grandmaster of Spirit Arrays, even the Radiant Holy Dragon, who had stepped into the Upper Earth Sovereign level, had no chance to resist despite being only a spirit projection.
Heavenly Saint was merely a Fifth Grade Supreme. He died on the spot, beyond any doubt.
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