"I can promise you," said the Heavenly Emperor Ye, "as long as you kill Nezha, today's matter will absolutely not be known to the outside world. I will only announce to the public that Nezha has betrayed the Heavenly Court and was slain by my own hand. What do you think?"
Ye Xuan whispered, his voice like that of a demon, causing Li Jing's expression to waver uncertainly. He looked deeply at Ye Xuan and said, "Heavenly Emperor Ye, I, Li Jing, am not a child of three. Today, with the Group of Immortals present in the Heavenly Court and a hundred thousand surrendered soldiers behind me watching, if I truly kill Nezha, I'm afraid there will be no place for me in the Three Realms."
As Li Jing's words fell, a hint of scorn crossed the depths of Ye Xuan's eyes, but his voice remained smooth, "So you fear too many watchful eyes? Actually, this can be easily handled—just kill all these hundred thousand surrendered soldiers."
Boom!
