Above Guanjiangkou, black clouds pressed down in an unbroken mass stretching tens of thousands of miles.
Muffled thunder rolled through the clouds, occasionally sending down a bolt of lightning that lit the mountains below in flickering flashes.
The local Demon Kings were all so frightened they huddled inside their caves. With lightning flashing and thunder roaring outside, even a blind man could tell this was no ordinary celestial phenomenon. The Holy Manifestation True Lord was furious.
The demons hid in their caves, whispering among themselves.
What suicidal fool had eaten his fill and decided to provoke the Holy Manifestation True Lord?
Had he grown tired of living?
He even dared offend the Great Heavenly Venerable's own nephew? Whose warrior was this, so ferocious?
How could the demons fathom all the twists and turns? They had no idea that a Male Immortal in the Heavenly Court had possessed the gall to not only get the True Lord's sister into trouble, but create two little lives in the bargain.
The True Lord had become an uncle.
And without having any say in the matter.
At that moment, Yang Jian was hopping mad. Pointing toward the Heavenly Court, he unleashed a torrent of abuse. "Chen Qingquan is utterly unforgivable! He dared set his sights on my own sister! Full of bureaucratic airs, with nothing but a glib tongue! Shameless scoundrel!"
Below him, the Meishan Brothers stood ramrod straight in a row.
Every one of them kept his eyes on his nose and his nose pointed toward his heart, saying nothing.
Things had come this far. The Third Holy Mother was already pregnant, with two children in her belly. No matter how unwilling Second Lord might be, the raw rice had long since been cooked. Could he pour it back into the pot and