"Brother Gao Sheng..."
Zhuang Yang was disheveled and bedraggled at this moment, with his spirit body healing rapidly. He looked terrified at Gao Sheng, still embedded in the mountain peak.
"Didn't you say that no one dared to invade the Heavenly Court?" He pointed tremblingly at that Giant God.
Even the slightest movement of that Golden Giant God was enough to stir up a gale, leaving a peerless celestial pride like him powerless to resist.
He suddenly realized that serving as a celestial soldier for the Heavenly Court was actually an extremely dangerous job.
The Heavenly Court was certainly strong.
A hundred thousand celestial soldiers; any one of them could easily suppress him, Zhuang Yang, with just a hand.
The Four Great Celestial Kings could make him submit with the mere pressure of their magical power.
