The person in charge of the soul plaques knelt on the ground, his fat body trembling without cease. His black robe had long since been soaked through with sweat, and his head was bowed so low it lay flat against the floor.
Was this a joke?
He was a tiny nobody, as lowly as a mole cricket beneath the earth. How the hell would he dare joke about something like this in front of all these great figures?
Unless his brain had short-circuited and he no longer wanted to live.
When he first received the report from his subordinates, he too had found it unbelievable and dispatched three groups to investigate.
Only after all the intelligence reports matched perfectly did he dare report it to Black Yu, that old monster.
"Reporting to my lord, this subordinate... has sent people to investigate several times. The intelligence has been confirmed without error!"
With more than a dozen icy gazes fixed upon him, the person in charge of the soul plaques forced himself to speak.
Seeing that the man was so frightened he had wet himself, the foul-smelling fluid pooling all over the ground, Black Yu fell silent.
Terrified to such a degree, yet still unwilling to change his words—it seemed what he said was true.
"Not yet twenty, yet capable of using the Grandmaster Realm to kill a Star King. This child is surely as unfathomable as a dragon. Great Xia has declined for ten thousand years, its fortune already waning. How could it produce such a Dragon Child?"
Black Yu murmured. Though he sounded as if he were praising him, his gaze was incomparably cold, brimming with chilling killing intent.
He was extremely old, his head full of white hair, yet his frame remained tall and straight, no weaker than that