Inside the temple!
The Guilt Emperor sat cross-legged before the golden statue of the White Tiger.
He would not leave here.
After exhausting his efforts for four years, within a day, he could reap the rewards.
Five thousand years!
The temple was buried deep underground!
The once high-ranking emperors, dead or fled!
Their glory had gone, living in constant dread.
Now!
The Guilt Emperor could finally vent his anger!
He would become the one to end this era with his own hands!
He would become the avenger!
Destroy Julius Reed, release the god!
Touching the scar on his neck, the Guilt Emperor's eyes glistened with tears. "Julius Reed, that sword back then took me to the gates of death. If it weren't for divine protection, I would have long disappeared."
"But you never would have imagined, would you, that fate would make me the one to end you. I wonder if you'll have any regrets at the moment of your death."
Boom!
A thunderous sound!
