Disappointment
The immortals at the foot of the platform all stared at the powerhouses on the chairs with fervent gazes.
A declaration of war.
Sky God Yang had issued a challenge to Ksitigarbha.
The two of them represented the Underworld and the Heavenly Court. If they fought, it wouldn't be as simple as a duel. It would represent the glory of the two realms.
Although the relationship between the Three Realms had eased, the thousand-year enmity hadn't been extinguished in just two years.
The immortals began to cheer for the powerhouses on their side. As for the people of the Immortal Region, they were even more excited to fight.
Clearly, they were just here to watch the show.
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and smiled wickedly. He leaned back in his chair confidently, listening to the cheers of the immortals below. With a condescending expression, he beckoned Ksitigarbha with his left hand.
"What do you think? How about we give this golden age a good opening? Don't say I'm bullying you. I'll let you bring your mount and fight. What do you think? Even if a divine beast loses its spiritual energy, its strength can't be compared to a mortal's. I'm a good friend, right? "
With that, Yang Jian spread his hands to stir up the atmosphere. The onlookers below the stage immediately began to shout under his command.
"How domineering!"
"Good job, God Yang!"
Yang Jian seemed to enjoy this kind of cheering. He pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow at Ksitigarbha.
"I'll be waiting for you on the stage."
Bang.
Slapping the armrest of his chair, Yang Jian leaped high into the air.
He'd practiced this move countless times in his mind. He'd put pressure on his opponent before the fight, then land perfectly and summon his lance.
Perfect!
Dreams were plentiful, but reality was harsh.
This wasn't a joke.
The opening of the script was just as he'd imagined. However, the moment he leaped, he suddenly felt as if his body weighed five thousand kilograms.
Boom!
He'd only managed to jump two meters into the air, but then he crashed to the ground as if he'd been struck by a thousand-kilogram spell.
The immortals were in an uproar.
The immortals of the Underworld, in particular, roared with laughter.
"What God Yang? Didn't he still fall like a dead dog?"
"You still want to challenge our Bodhisattva? Do you think our Bodhisattva will care about you?"
The audience booed, but the seated almighties all looked suspiciously at Yang Jian, who was lying on the ground, unable to move.
In order to give him face, the Almighties didn't say anything. They wanted to wait for him to stand up and say something so that they could laugh and give him a way out.
However, he could not get up.
"Yang Jian, haven't you embarrassed yourself enough? Hurry up and get up, what a scandal you are! " Emperor Ziwei couldn't help but send a voice transmission to Yang Jian. However, he soon received a pained reply from Yang Jian. "Do you think I don't want to? I can't even move right now."
The Great Sovereign frowned.
After that, he got up and walked in front of Yang Jian, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him up.
There was no movement.
He frowned and tugged again, but it still didn't budge.
"Emperor Ziwei, Celestial God Yang is …" The other immortals on the chairs all noticed this and asked.
Emperor Ziwei stood up and looked at Yang Jian with a frown.
"It's as if his body weighs ten thousand kilograms. He can't move."
Before he finished speaking, Yang Jian coughed up a mouthful of heart's blood.
"That won't do. We're all mortals right now. Bearing ten thousand kilograms puts an enormous strain on our organs," said the Flame Emperor solemnly.
Flame Emperor said with a solemn expression. At this moment, Yang Jian's mouth began to bleed. His nose and ears began to bleed as well.
The immortals realized that the situation was far from good. The booing stopped as well.
The experts on the platform knit their brows, then looked at Ye Zichen.
Now that he'd sealed away all his spiritual energy, he was the only one they could think of to attack Yang Jian.
"Your Excellency, please help me."
Emperor Ziwei was the first to bow and plead on Yang Jian's behalf. He was the first seat of the Heavenly Court, and Yang Jian was the Heavenly Court's War God. He didn't want to see anything happen to him.
"Yang Jian is a bit unruly, but he's not a bad person. If he has offended you in any way, please forgive him. "
"Your Excellency, please help me."
The other immortals spoke up as well. Even the Buddhist Domain, who'd been provoked by Yang Jian, spoke up on his behalf.
At the same time, within Ye Zichen's sea of consciousness:
"Did you do something to Yang Jian? He's my sworn brother. If anything happens to him, do you believe me when I say ….."
Ye Zichen's spiritual body was tied to a spiritual pillar. He glared at the black-robed man in front of the pillar and threatened him.
"Believe me when I say what?"
The black-robed man's tone was playful. He pointed, and a chair appeared behind him.
This chair's patterns and structure were exactly the same as the one Ye Zichen sat on outside. After he sat down, he crossed his legs. Through the slit in his hat, Ye Zichen could almost see him smile.
Ye Zichen was somewhat infuriated by the other party's lack of fear.
Indeed, what could he do now? The black-robed man had stripped him of his consciousness and bound his spiritual body.
But Yang Jian was his sworn brother. How could he just stand by and watch …..
Ye Zichen took a deep breath, then smiled indifferently.
"Since you appeared in my sea of consciousness, you should be a spiritual body too, right? I don't know if your spiritual body will disappear along with my sea of consciousness if I explode it. "
"You dare?"
"What do you think?"
With that, Ye Zichen's spiritual body began to swell violently. When he saw this, the black-robed man arched his brows. He waved his right hand and suppressed Ye Zichen, who was just about to self-destruct.
"I guess I'm scared of you."
The black-robed man shook his head helplessly, then snapped his fingers. The ropes binding Ye Zichen disappeared.
"I was just joking with you. Why do you have to be so serious?"
"Joking?" Ye Zichen snorted. "I don't think it's particularly funny. You'd best hurry up and let Yang Jian go. Otherwise ….. I won't give you a second chance."
As he spoke, Ye Zichen activated his spiritual power. If he wanted to …..
His Sea of Consciousness would disappear in an instant, and he and the black-robed man standing in his Sea of Consciousness would disappear along with his Sea of Consciousness.
This was just a threat, but this threat caused the black-robed man to smile disdainfully and disdainfully.
"You're the Son of Destiny who illuminated the North Star. How could you self-destruct just because you said so? Do you think your life is cheap? Do you know how many people are implicated by the appearance of the North Star? You can self-destruct if you want to, but have you thought about your Fated Star? Have you thought about the Auxiliary Stars supporting you? "
The black-robed man let out a long sigh, then sighed in disappointment.
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