The Twelve Emperors in Power

Back in Liang Zhu City, in the government hall which was still under re-construction, countless warriors were armed to the teeth, surrounding a round-shaped, secret chamber.

Compared to the other halls, this hundreds of meters wide secret chamber could even be counted as tiny. A round-shaped, metal table was placed in the middle of the chamber, with twelve exquisitely crafted, large armchairs standing around it. Yemo Luoye and the other eleven emperors in power sat on those armchairs with gloomy faces, without saying a word.

A long while later, Fan Hai, who was wrapped in strong death power, abruptly began talking. His high-pitched voice sounded like a sharp steel pricker, fiercely breaking the quiet in the chamber.

"Supreme weapon, that power was definitely from a supreme weapon. Moreover, it’s at an even higher level than Blood Killing from the Blood Moon, the one we used to own. Blood Killing was only at the level of ‘Doom’, and it was antique."