Fifth Bufan, clad in a dragon robe, strode with the bearing of a dragon and tiger, his aura majestic.
His hair and beard were black, his skin ruddy and full. From afar, he looked like a blazing flame, overflowing with vitality.
Yet upon closer inspection, one would find traces of age already lurking within his imposing eyes.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
The four God Rank Weapon Wielders present all lowered their noble heads.
Fifth Bufan was the emperor of Rakshasa Country, the sun of its people.
He was also the strongest God Rank Weapon Wielder in Rakshasa Country today.
"Rise." Fifth Bufan swept his sleeve, exuding the domineering air of an emperor.
He had spent many years in seclusion cultivating, paying no heed to state affairs.
Yet power remained firmly clenched in his hand.
"Your Majesty, God Descended has just slain the Blade Demon. Your Majesty's body is worth ten thousand pieces of gold; if you rashly engage him, I fear you may injure your royal person." At that moment, the Dingyuan King cautiously tried to dissuade him.
Naturally, what he truly hoped was that His Majesty would deal with God Descended while he stood to the side cheering him on.
But he had to put on a show of persuasion.
At the same time, he wanted to know exactly what confidence His Majesty possessed.
A sharp glint flashed through Fifth Bufan's eyes. "Mere God Descended. Failing to personally suppress him a hundred years ago has always been a regret in my heart. This time, I shall go myself!"
The God Rank Weapon Wielders present hurriedly offered compliments.
Yet inwardly, they were dismissive.
This Fifth Bufan simply cared too much about saving face.
Fifth Bufan continued, "I learned from the visitors from beyond the heavens that my Rakshasa Country shall endure