His face was completely calm. Endless golden light radiated from him, as if he was residing at the center of the sun. He made everyone shudder just by standing there. Everyone felt helpless in this man’s presence; they could only kneel know while trembling.
“Human Emperor, do you want us to stop fighting?” Asked the green-haired man as he engaged in the battle with Grandpa Fifteen. The battle was becoming increasingly fierce. Blood was splattered all over his body, and his movements did not seem as fluid as before.
Grandpa Fifteen, though, was in no better condition. He had met his match, and was currently afflicted with awful-looking wounds. His clothes were stained with his blood, and his injuries seemed severe. It was rather worrisome.
“Expert from the Demonic Spirit Lake, you’ve crossed the line. You shouldn’t be here in my capital,” said the Human Emperor.
