In their eyes.
The Emperor faced repeated defeats, bled relentlessly, wielding his blade to the sky, raging in bloody battles, leaving behind corpses in the void, all to buy time for the Martial Arts World, allowing the younger generation of the Martial Arts Era to develop.
Yet it was all ruined by these eight.
They monopolized the era; the time the Emperor fought for was rendered utterly useless.
But would they be willing to let go?
Sacrifice themselves for the sake of the world?
They did not want to die and continued to strangle the neck of the Martial Arts World, stifling the younger generation.
They could only greedily pin their hopes, believing that the Emperor needed no reinforcements, that he alone could defeat the enemy and create miracles to save the Martial Arts World.
"Emperor, please win."
The eight decaying Demigods stood before the corpses, some silent, others full of sarcasm.
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Martial Arts Calendar, Year 2671.
