The Divine Martial Courtyard instantly fell silent.
All eyes were focused on one individual.
When he arrived, the halo around him did not dazzle. Dressed in a black imperial robe, with a profound aura, his hands wielded the power of slaughter. He slowly took his seat on the throne representing slaughter.
There was a set of stairs from the lower seats leading up to the Slaughter God Throne.
Upon those stairs, in everyone's eyes, it seemed as if countless skeletons were laid out, forming a foundation for the fearsome figure seated on the throne.
Emperor Dawu, a conqueror of lands, swept the Shadow Valley and the Eastern Forbidden Land with his mighty army.
His single imperial decree could cost countless lives.
This, was the power of an emperor.
For Emperor Dawu, in these turbulent times, his imperial robe did not require dazzling colors. What it needed was the color of slaughter and gore, for that was what kept the world in order.
