The War Emperor's Sorrow (Please Vote)

"Who goes there?!"

The two figures shuddered, every hair on their bodies standing on end. Neither dared to move.

Whoosh, whoosh...

A gale howled past, scattering the dust atop the mountain and revealing a black-robed figure before their eyes.

He seemed to be a young man, yet his aura was so overwhelmingly powerful that they could not bear to look directly at him. One glance felt like a mortal staring into the blazing sun, their eyes stinging as tears streamed uncontrollably down their faces.

Just as the two were struck with terror, they discovered that this mysterious man was not looking at them at all, but behind them.

The middle-aged man named Zhan Yang suddenly trembled. Sensing a strange presence stirring in his heart, he slowly turned around.

In the distant void, a man clad in a silk Emperor's Robe, wearing a high crown and carrying a snow-white war blade, strode through the air toward them. Each step carried him ten thousand miles, yet he approached at an unhurried pace.

Though he was traveling, his expression resembled that of an emperor inspecting his domain, his bearing stern and majestic.

The man was tall and broad-shouldered, with a faint, calm smile at the corners of his lips. Yet his eyes were filled with icy ruthlessness.

With every step he took, heaven and earth trembled. An incomparably powerful fighting intent surged into the skies like a heavenly river, shaking the firmament.

Everything in his path—every creature and every living being—prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling. None dared lift their heads.

"War... Your, Your Majesty!!"

Zhan Yang's body jerked. As though he had seen a ghost, his mind went blank, and he crashed headfirst into the mountain below with a thunderous boom.

The instant he saw this man, the terror in his heart