Calamity of the World

Aside from the dead White-Bearded Emperor and Empress Cheng, who had long since become Zhi Peng's friend, the remaining fifteen Emperors were all enduring a torment of the soul and a difficult choice.

Let others die, or die themselves?

By all logic, this was a simple choice. Of course, let others die and live themselves!

But the problem was that the Emperors present all had some blood and fire in them. How could they so easily sell out their own clans? They all believed that, as the leaders of their clans and the kings of entire regions, they ought to die bravely for their people.

The key was that they had some blood and fire, but not quite enough. That made things very awkward.

Why did they have to be given such a choice? It was truly difficult...

Just as the Emperors agonized endlessly, Su Hao looked at Jia Emperor, whose head was covered in cold sweat, slowly raised a hand, and pointed at him.

"Thud!"

Jia Emperor dropped smoothly to his knees and pleaded in a trembling voice, "Mr. Jia Wei, I'll confess! I'll confess everything! I only ask that you spare my life!"

Su Hao smiled faintly and withdrew his finger. "It seems you have made a very wise choice! The Imperial Family is doomed to die. Why must you die alongside them? Half a year from now, no one will recognize you anymore. You can start over in a new world and live out the rest of your lives happily."

With Jia Emperor taking the lead, the other Emperors did not want to die for no reason either, and all expressed their willingness to cooperate.

In their eyes, they were Emperors. As long as they remained alive, the Imperial Family remained alive. It did not matter even