For a moment, the Kings grew even more silent, the atmosphere within the great hall grew increasingly oppressive.
No one wanted to experience that era again.
The exalted Kings, like commoners, were slaughtered at will, one Royal Clan after another, one great family after another, obliterated into ash.
At the same time, a faint voice echoed once more in the palace.
"Moreover, let's not forget, are we able to sit here and discuss the terms of surrender because of our own merit?"
"It is the High Priest's merit, he who killed the Asura Empress, fought the Immortal Race Emperor, and in the end, held off five Emperors with his own strength."
Slap!
The effeminate man seated on the Imperial Throne clapped his palm against the armrest, his face gloomy and cold.
"Qingyan King, stand out and speak, why behave so sneakily?"
"Heh, is it I who acts sneakily, or is it Your Highness, with your scheming plots? The Kings all know."
