The Supreme Power Is Nothing Special

Najenda ignored the impact of the leader's recent death and stared at the massive figure.

"So this is the legendary Supreme Throne. I never expected it to be this terrifying. No wonder the Empire had stood firm for a thousand years. This is its true trump card."

The historical records regarding this Imperial Arm had always been rather vague. Perhaps the royal family had deliberately erased certain traces.

But every legend concerning the Supreme Throne linked it to invincibility.

Unlike the others' tension, Xiao Zhen easily analyzed the Supreme Throne inside and out with his Soul Power, then gave it a blunt assessment: big, dumb, and crude.

Although that attack just now had decent power, it was only at the level of a four- or five-star Dou Zong. It also required some charging time. Anyone who could fly or move fast enough could easily dodge it.

All in all, it looked intimidating, but unfortunately, it was not much use against the current Xiao Zhen. Still, the materials it was made of were supposedly precious metals from this world. He could dismantle it and bring it back for those researchers.

Electricity crackled around Bude as he floated before the Supreme Throne. With heartfelt earnestness, he sighed. "Your Majesty, we soldiers are enough here. You are still unable to control the Supreme Throne. Please stop this madness for now."

In the current Empire, the Little Emperor respected only two people. The first was the minister Honest, who had helped him ascend the throne. The other was the utterly loyal general before him, Bude.

"My great general, the flames of war have already reached the prosperous Imperial Capital. I... must do my part as well."

Xiao Zhen's lips moved as he used a secret technique to send his voice directly into Bude's ears.