COUGH.
Qin Tian couldn't stop coughing. He had dealt with the green smoke, but not alone; another Martial God had joined him. His counterpart had suffered substantial injuries from exposure to the green smoke and was now resting.
That wasn't the critical issue, however. The crux was the large-scale disturbance in the Palace of Heaven triggered by this incident.
The intruders had accomplished half of their objective. Qin Tian suspected their ultimate target was the nobles.
Fortunately, he had already sought help, and other Martial Gods should arrive to provide support soon.
I hope nothing goes wrong, Qin Tian thought as he forcibly suppressed the plague churning inside him. This contagion was overwhelmingly infectious. Luckily, as a Martial God, he was capable of containing it within his body.
If it were a Martial Sovereign, he would have already been gravely ill by now.
