The Jade Emperor finished speaking without pausing for breath. In that instant, silence fell over the gathering. Instead of the verbal brawl they had expected, the knives came out straightaway. His move was ruthless and vicious, calibrated to perfection.
He had said nothing about putting Qin Fen to death. With the single word "punishment," he shifted the responsibility elsewhere. He had put plenty of thought into this. The Heavenly Dao was furious right now, and nobody knew what it might do. If it really unleashed a thunderous killing blow, the Jade Emperor would simply have to tell Chef Qin he was sorry. Really, it had nothing to do with him.
The Jade Emperor truly deserved his status as the supreme sovereign of countless ages. In public, his words and actions were always measured, his advances and retreats justified. He would never leave anything that could be used against him. Even if Qin Fen's friends and disciples came looking for trouble, he could wash his hands of it completely.
Now, the Jade Emperor had suddenly struck, opening with his most lethal move.
Impressive. The Barefoot Immortal said nothing, but inwardly he was appalled. The Jade Emperor's maneuver was utterly deranged. The silence throughout the gathering was terrifying, his words ringing with conviction. With the threat of Minghe still unresolved and fortune or disaster impossible to predict, many immortals chose to watch and wait, unable to decide.
They did not know whether Qin Fen was the mastermind. If he was not, all would be well. The Heavenly Dao was impartial, after all, and would naturally not blame him. But if he truly was behind it, this was the critical moment. Once the plan succeeded, Dong Re might well be the one to become a Saint. What would happen to the fate of