Ziwei Imperial Star

He looked at Di Zun seated upon the Nine Dragon Imperial Throne, his mind unable to quite turn the corner.

What did it mean, that he could not let me leave like this?

What did Martial Uncle mean by that?

Could it be that splitting open Peach Mountain required some special preparation?

Yang Jian frowned slightly, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Martial Uncle, this disciple is dull-witted."

"Please, Martial Uncle, make it clear."

Yang Jian cupped his fists in both hands, his attitude extremely respectful.

Di Zun looked at Yang Jian and gently shook his head.

"You brat, you're still too proud in your bones."

"Do you really think a Late Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal can sweep through the Heavenly Court?"

"Haotian may be trash, but what he holds in his hands is the orthodox authority of the Heavenly Dao."

"The Heavenly Court's foundations run far deeper than you imagine."

Di Zun rose to his feet and slowly walked down the jade steps.

The sound of his footsteps echoed through the empty Great Hall.

"The hundred thousand naval troops are nothing more than cannon fodder."

"Those Ten Immortal Lords are also merely goods put out to prop up the scene."

"The ones who can truly take your life are the Quasi-Saint Mighty Ones hidden in the dark."

"For the sake of face, Haotian will absolutely spare no cost to suppress you at Peach Mountain."

As Yang Jian listened to Di Zun's words, his heart abruptly sank.

Quasi-Saint.

Those two words pressed heavily upon his heart.

He had just crossed hands with Chi You, and he understood far too clearly how terrifying a Quasi-Saint was.

Even though Chi You had held back, that kind of pure crushing force of law still made him feel suffocated.

If Peach Mountain truly had a