"How many times have I told you, don't rely on brute force for everything. Barbarism is the most useless means in front of a higher civilization." The Jade Emperor glanced at Lin Shen. His radiant silhouette, as brilliant as the sun, turned into a mere painting in mid-air before even reaching the Jade Emperor.
The Jade Emperor reached out and grasped the scroll, looking at the picture of Lin Shen with a posture ready to pounce like a fierce tiger, and was about to roll up the scroll.
However, as he rolled it up and when it was about to press against Lin Shen's image, it simply wouldn't move.
Boom!
The painting suddenly burst into flames, the image burning fiercely as if gasoline had been poured on it. A fist made of flesh and blood shattered the painting and punched the Jade Emperor in the chest, sending his body flying horizontally through the air. He slid through light-years, crashing through planets one after another until he finally stopped.
