At Emperor Chang Sheng's words, Wu Changkong snorted coldly. "Wu Jinfeng, spare me this act, you old undead dog. Don't you just think I'm unfit to hold power? You've controlled the imperial family for so many years—it's long past time you abdicated and yielded to someone worthier, then went into seclusion to pursue your Great Dao. Wouldn't it have been fine if you'd handed the reins to me sooner? Did you have to force me to use other methods? Hmph, just wait. Your position will be mine sooner or later. Once I become the head of the imperial family, I'll show you just how flourishing the imperial family can become in my hands!"
Seeing Wu Changkong utter such outrageously treasonous words, Emperor Chang Sheng was so furious that smoke seemed to pour from all seven of his orifices. He wished he could step in and teach Wu Changkong a savage lesson.
Seeing Emperor Chang Sheng angered to such a state, Yang Chen knew that the deeper the love, the deeper the hatred.
Wu Changkong becoming like this was entirely something Emperor Chang Sheng had been powerless to prevent.
He knew it was time for him to step forward. Slowly, he said, "Wu Changkong, I never expected the Fierce Ghost Sect to actually dare send you out. It seems they truly don't care whether you live or die. Or do you have even more Death-Exempting Golden Beads on you? Or perhaps it's only been a few days, and you've already forgotten how I sent you fleeing in defeat?"
When Yang Chen brought up how he had defeated him a few days ago, Wu Changkong's face darkened in rage. "Yang Chen, don't celebrate too soon. I admit that I was careless once, but I won't be this time. Today, shall we have