"No, you can't do this to me! The Sun Moon Empire needs an emperor. I can help you, I can—"
"Are those all your last words?"
At some point, Zhao Yang had produced an Image Recording Pearl in his hand. "We're recording everything. Whether you want to retain even the barest shred of dignity is up to you."
"Your father once framed Xu He's father, mother, and three older sisters for food poisoning. That was how they died."
"But we won't do that. You will be executed for the crime of starting a war. This recording will be shown to all under heaven, to console the people who died in the war you alone unleashed."
"You will become the finest teaching material and example to warn all the ambitious people under heaven—so say your last words."
Xu Tianran was dead. This outcome came as no surprise.
The leaders of every faction and every empire had all noticed the screening booths that had sprung up everywhere.
When they saw Huo Yuhao sweep up all the Evil Soul Masters across the Douluo Continent and pen them up like livestock, they knew the Sun Moon Empire was finished—and Xu Tianran even more so.
But what truly shocked them was that He Caitou, the prince who had enacted a real-life Prince's Revenge, had not chosen to become the emperor of the Sun Moon Empire.
They could not understand at all what the Douluo Federation Sun Moon District was.
Yet the name alone gave them an ominous feeling deep in their hearts.
If the Douluo Federation Sun Moon District counted as one district, then where the hell were the remaining districts?
No, how many districts did this Douluo Federation even have?
What followed left them even more caught off guard.
From top to bottom, all