The ninefold heavenly palace stretched above an endless sea of clouds, with white jade steps and stars for lamps.
"Every single person sitting here is an emperor who has cultivated the Dao for a million years!"
A man in white robes embroidered with golden patterns spoke slowly, a trace of disdain in his eyes:
"And you, a native from the lower realm, even brought along some roughneck with his shirt off..."
"Oh!" The man in white raised an eyebrow. "The roughneck's even carrying a busted old axe?"
"You have no manners!" The man in white turned away, glancing sideways with a mocking tone.
Hearing the man's sarcastic taunts, Qin Yuan felt anger surge straight to his head. He trembled all over with rage!
Qin Yuan pointed a shaking finger at the emperor:
"Pangu, chop that bastard to death!"
