Inside a hotel in Holy City.
Jiang Changkong casually tossed Huang Qianlin aside, pulled over a chair, and sat down. His gaze fell on Xue Dingpeng and the other two, who had already finished tending to their injuries.
"Thank you, Changyue, for saving us." Xue Dingpeng cupped his fists.
The other two did the same, offering their thanks.
The five Immortal Palace envoys were there as well. They cautiously glanced at Huang Qianlin.
They were deeply shaken. Jiang Changkong's brother was truly fierce—he had directly captured the Eastern Sea Emperor, Huang Qianlin, alive.
Jiang Changkong waved a hand, his voice cold and detached. "Tell me what happened."
Xue Dingpeng and the others looked somewhat awkward. "We were defeated and captured. We couldn't beat them."
"Allow me to tell you: Nan Yuyang is mud that cannot be propped against a wall. Jiang Changkong had opened up such a fine situation for him.
"With the Golden Feather Clan and nearly four hundred Star Saints aiding him, what a splendid opening—and yet he single-handedly played the Earth Immortal Kingdom to death."
Huang Qianlin spoke coldly, his face proud and brimming with smug satisfaction.
Smack!
Jiang Changkong backhanded him across the face, his voice icy. "I didn't ask you to interrupt."
"You..."
Huang Qianlin glared at him, then wisely shut his mouth.
He was a prisoner now. Any harsh words could wait until he got out alive.
If he provoked this fellow into actually killing him, then it would truly be over.
"The situation is in chaos now. Ever since the lie was exposed, a group of major powers rebelled."
Xue Dingpeng sighed. "We killed some of those major powers, which triggered a backlash. His Majesty could only yield."
Jiang Changkong frowned and slapped Huang Qianlin again.
"Why are you hitting me again?" Huang