The moment the words left his mouth, even he thought the idea was absurdly insane.
The image was so striking that his mind instantly rendered it in high definition:
On the Azure Cloud Road, countless prodigies fought bloody battles over those pitiful scraps of fortune.
Then Yun Huang descended out of thin air into the middle of the battlefield, looked down on everyone, unleashed his domineering aura, and uttered a line that practically begged for a beating:
"What a racket."
Or, more directly:
"I decree that the Yun Clan shall take ninety percent of this realm's fortune, and the rest of you shall divide the remaining ten percent. Which of you ants dares object?"
And then?
There probably wouldn't be an "and then."
An Immortal Emperor bombing a pond full of minnows would end the competition outright.
At the thought, a fine layer of cold sweat broke out on Yun Qing's forehead.
Yun Huang watched his elder brother's expression of "It's over, it's over, the big shot is coming down to crush the weaklings," and a flicker of exasperation and mischievous amusement flashed through the depths of his Golden Pupils.
He set down his teacup, the porcelain touching the jade table with a crisp clink.
"Brother."
"Rein it in."
A subtle note of disdain colored Yun Huang's voice as he interrupted Yun Qing's wild train of thought.
Yun Qing snapped back to his senses. Meeting those Golden Pupils, which looked ready to smack him at any moment, he hurriedly sat up straight.
Seeing that his brother's "soul had finally returned to his body," Yun Huang leisurely dropped a remark. "I will not personally participate in this journey down the Azure Cloud Road."
Yun Qing first felt a wave of relief. An Immortal Emperor personally competing with juniors for opportunities-pardon him,