The sky was overcast. It seemed the moon had been viciously bitten by the Heavenly Hound; ashamed to be seen in its maimed state, it hid its face deep behind the clouds.
Y stood in the station hall, looking around. His body was stiff, his muscles cramping. Even the wind blowing toward him felt fucking cold. It was getting late in the year and the weather had turned chilly, but nothing compared to the chill in his heart. What should he do? He kept asking himself.
What should he do? Yellow Emperor kept asking himself the same thing. He had heard that furious roar too, a crazed, heartless bellow. But that was not the point. The point was that he had just gone through Qin Fen's damn fashion show and had yet to recover from the shock, when this happened. What the hell was this supposed to be? He had received a report from his subordinates: Xing Tian had broken free from the net, breached the Endless Sea, and shocked the Heavenly Court.
But a whole fucking crowd of people was merely shocked. Not one of them was willing to act.
Xing Tian had fallen into the Asura Path and lived for battle. On top of that, the guy had no head—his nipples were his eyes. Forget seeing red; Xing Tian was absolutely a rabid dog right now, fixated on Yellow Emperor. Who in their right mind would volunteer to help?
Wasn't that just asking for trouble? At the very least, Jade Emperor was unwilling. Gouchen and Ziwei would not be willing either. Among the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, aside from the Five Emperors who descended from Yellow Emperor's lineage, Fuxi, the Human Emperor, was no fool. As for Yan Emperor Shennong? What a joke. Xing Tian had once