"It's... them!"
Jīnchuáng slowly rose from his throne, his aura terrifying. A vast gale surged around him, violently blowing the Asura handmaidens by his side away.
"Indra! Vishnu!"
Jīnchuáng clenched his teeth in fury, his voice hoarse, squeezing out these two names, his body trembling with anger.
Traitor!
This traitor!
How dare he worship his greatest enemy!
"Poluo Keluota!!!"
Jīnchuáng roared, his voice thunderous. A savage gale swirled, echoing through the Heavenly Realm, broadcasting his rage.
He tilted his head back and shot into the sky with a slam, like a meteor chasing the moon, diving straight into the palace.
Bang!
The palace shook violently, dust filled the air, and countless fragments of stone scattered.
Jīnchuáng stepped out from the smoke, his tall shadow cast over a young man wearing a golden crown and red clothes, who sat on the ground with a smile on his face, the flames before him reflecting a reddish hue on his cheeks.
"Praise Indra!"
