Everyone present was dumbstruck when Yang Jian acted.
Clearly, none of them had imagined that Yang Jian could be this powerful.
There were at least sixty or seventy thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals before him, yet Yang Jian had healed every last one of their injuries with a casual wave of his hand.
Such an ability was downright terrifying.
After all, this was not six or seven hundred people, but sixty or seventy thousand!
Just how vast a reserve of energy did it take to restore so many people to perfect health in an instant?
Only after witnessing this did everyone present finally gain a measure of confidence.
Yang Jian truly lived up to his title as the Judicial God.
Having seen their reactions, Yang Jian wasted no time exchanging needless words. He immediately ordered his Subordinate Gods, the Meishan Brothers and the twelve hundred Grass-Head Gods, to gather all these Heavenly Soldiers and Generals and reorganize them into an army.
After all, this world had neither the Investiture of the Gods List nor the God-Beating Whip, and it had never experienced the Investiture Calamity.
Thus, all the gods of the Heavenly Court were actually free, which naturally made reorganizing them easy.
Once everyone had gone off to work, Yang Jian and Nezha walked over to a pavilion beside an ancient road and sat down.
"Second Brother, what exactly is going on?"
After they had seated themselves, Nezha could not help asking, "Second Brother, why did you suddenly decide to undertake Heaven-Slaying?"
"I can't stand that Jade Emperor either, but surely there's no need to go straight to Heaven-Slaying?"
Clearly.
This was what puzzled Nezha most.
He was one of the people who understood Yang Jian best, and he knew full well that Yang Jian would never become this frenzied