The golden dragon hovered in the clouds, its golden eyes peering through the cloud layers, gazing down at Mo Lin.
As the Emperor of Da Li's voice fell, the golden dragon's figure gradually trembled.
The Emperor of Da Li raised a hand, a golden aura erupted from his body, swiftly flashing to the front of the golden longsword, grasping it firmly.
He helped Jiang Kun block Mo Lin's attack.
"Today is the Heaven Worship Ceremony, I don't want to see blood," the Emperor of Da Li said coldly to Mo Lin.
He didn't want anything unfavorable to happen on this auspicious day.
Mo Lin clenched his fist tightly, his gaze sharp.
The atmosphere instantly turned tense.
Everyone present felt a lump in their throat, instinctively holding their breath.
The Emperor of Da Li was not just anybody.
He was the ruler of a nation.
He controlled the fortune of the Da Li dynasty.
His dignity was not something anyone could trample on casually.
Jiang Kun wore a nonchalant expression.
