"Heh." Lady Houtu pulled a huge cleaver out of thin air and swung it onto her shoulder. "The Jade Emperor sent the two strongest fighters of the younger generation. Just how much importance does he place on this old scoundrel?"
"I do not know," Yang Jian replied. "The Jade Emperor only said, 'Entrusted by my benefactor, preserve my benefactor's life.' We must not fail."
Nezha slowly descended. He was short, with dreadlocks tied atop his head, and wore a white shirt printed with a masked figure. For some reason, a red silk scarf covered his face. Roller skates rested beneath his feet. He gave Lady Houtu a token nod of respect, then stared straight at He Suoyi while chewing his bubble gum.
"Yang, come down first and see if there's been a mistake," Nezha said after watching for a while, waving impatiently at the sky. "He Suoyi is a great Luo golden immortal. Did they really need to send both of us?"
Hearing this, Yang Jian slowly landed. He surveyed the surroundings and said, "Regardless of whether he has ascended to the ranks of the mighty, it is a fact that he slaughtered every member of the Legend Management Bureau. When immortals kill one another, immortal law dictates that the offender be cast into the animal realm."
Yang Jian was about to say more when a gleam suddenly flashed from the heavenly eye on his forehead. He froze.
"Oh? I reached a hasty conclusion and have made a fool of myself before you all. It seems not everyone in the Legend Management Bureau perished. A shapeshifted cat demon still clings to life."
In a flash, Yang Jian appeared before He Suoyi. Before He Suoyi could even summon his spiritual energy to respond, he stumbled back a step in alarm.
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