The war was about to begin.
The Divine Martial Empire showed no signs of retreating.
The people of the Spiritual Realm were all somewhat jittery; the pressure from the Imperial Army of the Divine Martial Empire, bearing down on them, was immense.
"Martial Emperor, you are dead set on waging war with us!"
Lu Jia bellowed.
"Haha, what issue can't be properly discussed? Why must it come to this? Fighting benefits no one. Martial Emperor, while Brother Lu Jia may not be your opponent, the true master of the Spiritual Realm is nonetheless the Spirit God."
At that moment, another voice suddenly rang out.
An old man in a blue robe appeared.
"Indeed, the Spirit God is powerful. Why don't both sides shake hands in peace? Brother Ji Qingliu and I can act as mediators to arrange a proper compensation for the Divine Martial Empire, how about that?"
A figure with overwhelming demon energy, a burly man, materialized.
