"Tell me, all of you, how should I deal with Yaoji and those two children of hers? Ah?"
Above the Heavenly Court, amidst swirling clouds, Haotian's angry roar echoed through the lofty and solemn Lingxiao Hall. He stood before the throne, eyes wide, glaring at the ranks of immortals below.
Yet, facing Haotian's towering rage, the immortals lowered their heads in silence. Even Taishang Laojun, usually held in high reverence, held his horsetail whisk, clamped his lips tight, and said nothing.
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