The provocative words were surprisingly sincere when they came out of Li Jialing's mouth. His eyes were like flowing flames, too. Wherever they went, the Immortal Cultivators could not help but feel their blood boiling. They seemed to be reminded of their ambition when they swore to rebuild their glory when the first batch of Immortal Cultivators was born a thousand years ago.
"Long live Your Majesty! Long live the imperium! Long live the civilization of mankind!"
The tens of thousands of elites of the imperial guards in the golden phalanx roared in an earthshaking voice as if they were one person.
Shua!