"Is Grand Preceptor Pudu a manifestation of the Martial Emperor's natal divine power?"
Aboard the five-colored ship, Xin Shiniang, Hongxian, Cui Yingying, Nie Xiaoqian, and the others looked through the water mirror, watching the scenes unfolding within the imperial capital with expressions of disbelief.
"And—the Guiding Golden Spider?"
Hongxian watched the Danding Sect Master and her own master, Master Liansheng, who were controlled by those fine spider threads of gold, worry evident in her eyes.
Meanwhile, at the center of the battlefield, which was shattered beyond recognition by the bombardment of true essence and divine powers, powerful figures such as Zen Master Lunhai, Qing Ruolan, Yan Chixiao, Zhu Benzi, and Qingji likewise gazed at the dazzling, lustrous large golden spider in the Martial Emperor's palm.
Yan Chixiao's expression was unsightly, and his voice was low. "Brother Wu, it turns out that all of this was within your calculations? That you were controlled by Pudu was a lie."
He had condensed eight divine powers, and although he held the post of Grand Commander of the Monster-Slaying Division, his relationship with the Martial Emperor was not that of an ordinary monarch and subject.
First, his strength was formidable; if the imperial court failed to satisfy him, he could simply pat his backside and walk away. Second, he had befriended the Martial Emperor during their youth, and their bond was profound; they could be considered fellow Daoists.
After receiving the Martial Emperor's plea for help, he had run about in all directions to plan and plot, and a very crucial point stemmed precisely from his personal friendship with the Martial Emperor.
Right now, he felt a sort of betrayal and anger at being deceived.
"No!" The Martial Emperor shook his head, denying it flatly. "Only on this point did I not deceive Brother