Impossible

The Macaque King stared at the sand table of Feilai Peak, a strange gleam flashing through his pupils. "The monkey clan?"

"Shi Tuo King, pass down my order. Gather one hundred thousand troops for me within one incense stick's time."

Peng Demon King's gaze was dark and cold. "This time, no matter what, we have to make the whole of Flower Fruit Mountain fall into our hands..."

Guanjiang Mouth.

Whoosh!

Watching that woman rush out, Yang Jian frowned. He lifted his folding fan toward her, and a point of radiant light shot out and landed on the woman. At once, she could no longer move.

Youyi Spirit Official glanced at the woman oddly, then looked toward Yang Jian and said, "True Lord Erlang, receive the decree!"

Yang Jian pondered slightly and said, "My apologies. A few days ago, I, Yang Jian, was injured while subduing demons and have yet to recover. I fear I cannot shoulder the heavy responsibility of attacking the West Sea dragons."

"True Lord Erlang, this time you were personally appointed by the Jade Emperor."

Youyi Spirit Official smiled bitterly. "So this heavy responsibility can only be handed to you..."

"Personally appointed?"

Yang Jian's face sank like water. The hand gripping his folding fan clenched so tightly that it even turned somewhat white.

"What exactly happened this time? Everything was perfectly fine. Why would the Dragon Clan rebel?"

Yang Jian asked, "Is there some misunderstanding in this..."

"There is absolutely no misunderstanding!"

Youyi Spirit Official cut him off and said, "Isn't this all trouble stirred up by the Ancestral Dragon's emergence? In front of many people, he openly clamored that the Four Seas would no longer be under the Heavenly Court's jurisdiction from now on, and that any immortals or gods who set foot there would