Li Hongzhao turned her head to look at Chu Zhiyuan, chuckling and shaking her head, "I'm really foolish not to have thought of it."
Chu Zhiyuan stared at the distant void, "Thought of what?"
The Emperor's Sword resembled a collapsed skyscraper, hovering above the void, ready to descend at any moment.
The imposing aura was overwhelming, making observers feel an inexplicable sense of awe and insignificance, wanting only to kneel and plead for mercy, devoid of any will to resist.
Li Hongzhao snorted, "Only the Emperor's Sword can deal with the Emperor's Sword, and in this world, those daring to oppose my Emperor's Sword are probably only Da Zhen and Da Jing."
Chu Zhiyuan said, "What about Da Jian and Da Lie?"
"Their Emperor's Swords pose no threat to me, and I also know why the emperors of Da Jing and Da Zhen want to deal with me."
"Why?" Chu Zhiyuan was puzzled, "Even with the Emperor's Sword clashing, a victory would be a pyrrhic one, wouldn't the cost be too great?"
