The Pinnacle of a Cow's Life?

Guanjiang Mouth, True Lord Temple.

An autumn rain fell in a ceaseless patter. Yang Jian wore black robes, his eyes closed, sitting quietly in the rain. On the table beside him lay a folding fan.

The Mei Mountain Brothers sat beneath the cool pavilion, watching Yang Jian while drinking wine and eating meat.

Suddenly, Yang Jian opened his eyes and looked up.

A streak of flowing light flew over, stopped in midair three feet above the ground, and with a flash transformed into a spirit official.

"Youyi Spirit Official!"

Yang Jian called out the visitor's identity. "What brings you here today?"

"True Lord!"

Youyi Spirit Official said, "Something has happened. The Dragon Clan has rebelled. The Jade Emperor orders you to go and lead troops to attack the West Sea Dragon Palace..."

Yang Jian froze at once.

"Impossible!"

A woman, hearing the commotion, rushed out from the inner hall.

At Xuantian Palace, the moment Star Lord Wuqu's words left his mouth, the great hall fell into silence for a time.

Everyone looked at Lu Chuan carefully, then carefully watched the changes in Nangong Kuo's expression.

To be honest, Lu Chuan's words were very harsh. They had not expected that after being so disgusted by Lu Chuan, Nangong Kuo could still act as if nothing had happened and ask for troops and horses.

"Qianjun and Wanma?"

Lu Chuan looked at Nangong Kuo with a smile on his face, a sharp glint flashing through the depths of his eyes.

As True Martial, one of the four great Emperors of the Heavenly Realm, to tell the truth, he really did not have many troops under him—only a little over thirty thousand.

Of course, among the four great Emperors, he and Bo Yikao were the weakest, and had merely raised some troops and