Chapter500-Despair Strikes

"Trash, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Seeing their ancestor ready to pick a fight as soon as he appeared, Rossdall hurried over and immediately kneeled before Emperor Ross.

"Ancestor! Please save the Great Ross Empire!" he pleaded.

Looking at the old man suddenly kneeling before him, Emperor Ross furrowed his brows. "You must be the current emperor, right?"

Upon hearing this, Rossdall quickly nodded, excitedly introducing himself, "Ancestor, I am your 38th generation great-grandson, and my name is Rossdall."

"Enough, enough!" Emperor Ross sighed with exasperation as he scrutinized Rossdall. "You dare claim to be my descendant with such a shabby appearance? Can't you even wear proper clothes?"

Rossdall felt embarrassed. Indeed, in his desperation, he had let others strip him of his imperial robe, which now left him feeling uncomfortable.