On the Conferred God Platform, Lesia, Thea, and the other gods erupted in fury the moment they heard those words.
Yang Governor—that shameless wretch—was like a lump of foul metal, impossible to refine, break, or destroy. Even now, after everything, he still dared to bare his fangs and stir trouble.
In the next instant, Lesia stepped forward and snapped coldly, “You rotten corpse—your real body has already been taken, and you still have the nerve to judge others? That makes you nothing more than trash pretending to be something greater.”
At her words, the Light Heavenly Path in the void turned sharply, her gaze locking onto the Conferred God Platform. Two terrifying crimson beams shot from her eyes, slamming into the ancient god barrier cast by the Void Soul. The impact rang out like thunder, shaking the entire platform to its core.
“A bunch of ants… silence yourselves,” she said, her voice layered with chaos and eerie calm.
Then she raised her hand and pointed directly at Xezal. “You useless fool. You couldn’t even protect your own wife or your own son, yet you still serve the traitor who took her from you. Wearing that green hat suits you—how honorable.”
At that, Xezal slowly stood, his expression tightening. “Yemima?”
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