"Get out! All of you! A bunch of useless people, thousands of undercover agents have been screened out by the Jupiter Empress ahead of time? Is this how you conduct business in the Dark Pavilion?"
Within the Radiant Sun Star, beside the magnificent hall of the Lord of the Radiant Sun, the Young Master Hall echoed with a furious spiritual will.
The Emperor's Son, once embodying grace and elegance two or three hundred years ago, was no longer the same.
His body was still marked by many terrifying origin wounds, yet to heal, and even the huge gash on his head, cut by the Purple Gold Battle Spear, remained.
The once dominant aura of a Peak Venerable hadn't dissipated, but the wildness and invincibility of the past were gone.
The Emperor's Son had experienced a disastrous defeat in the last super star war, and the momentum and mindset he once had were shattered, even his perfect and flawless origin and realm were lost.
