Lord Lao nodded at Old Man of the South Pole and waved his hand. "Disperse!" With that, the Heavenly Court quickly returned to calm, and everything went back to normal.
Yan Emperor shook his head and stared at the ground, unable to settle down for a long while. Though he was one of the Three Sovereigns, the saying that all beneath Saints were ants was true enough. Faced with Lord Lao's overwhelming power, he had not even entertained the thought of resisting. Good thing Big Brother didn't act rashly!
The Queen Mother smiled bitterly without a word. "Natural, are you all right? A gentleman's revenge can wait ten years. I believe in you. One day, your strength will change everything. Things have been going too smoothly for you lately. This is a good chance to calm down."
Looking at Lord Lao, then at the messages from Yan Emperor and the Queen Mother, Big Chef felt a warmth rise in his heart.
He did not use any other expressions, because Lord Lao was no ordinary person. He was a Saint's incarnation. Those harmless little expressions might not hurt him at all, perhaps not even cause him any trouble. But Qin Fen was no pushover either. He went straight for that old bastard, Old Man of the South Pole.
In truth, Old Man of the South Pole bore the main responsibility for today's affair. Everything had started with him, all because of the contempt he had retained for Jiejiao disciples after the Investiture of the Gods.
With this move, Big Chef had even trapped himself. He was still feeling so stifled he could die. Against Lord Lao, he had no solution at all. This was the first time he had suffered such a huge loss.
He was stifled, the students were stifled,