Who Before Has Questioned the Heavenly Dao, and Who Else Could?

Scared now, huh? Qin Fen watched the scene. He had built this up for so long just for this moment. Did they think it was easy for someone who had not read many books to memorize such a long poem? If he could not succeed, then he would disgust them to death. Yes, he wanted to disgust Yinglong. Had that idiot said anything human just now? Chef Qin had the heart of a Bodhisattva—soft-hearted. How could he not get angry seeing a little girl suffer?

Scared? Not a single person present was not afraid. That roar had been terrifying enough; the phenomenon that followed was pure despair!

Heavenly Dao! They had only heard him call out once, and the Heavenly Dao had actually come running over to reward him.

When golden light broke through the clouds and descended upon Flying Bird—

The sky full of lightning and thunder vanished without a trace, and in an instant the sun shone brightly beneath a clear sky.

Yinglong spat out a mouthful of blood. That was the Heavenly Dao! What happened to the Heavenly Dao being impartial? What kind of bullshit was this? Could anything be more absurd? He had never seen anything like it. If he had not been such a coward, he would have wanted to ask, "Heavens, where is your integrity?"

Little White Dragon was just as dumbfounded. Dong Re had only shouted once, and the Heavenly Dao had caved. The celestial phenomenon disappeared, and warmth was delivered across a thousand miles—no, not warmth, Merit. He nearly bit his tongue.

The Third Prince's shock surpassed even that of the day Mount Buzhou collapsed and a hole appeared in the sky. Even that enormous event had not been as frightening as Chef Qin's shout. After all, when Nüwa mended the sky,