When Xia Kingdom agreed to help.
The British Empire breathed a sigh of relief and received a message from Xia Kingdom. Apart from the payment of ten Second Sequence Thrones, it also contained specific examples of territorial concessions.
For this, the British Empire bled heavily.
British Empire.
Overwhelming pressure surged, shrouding the land. In an instant, the winds and clouds shifted.
Heaven and earth lost their light.
Rumble—!
Suddenly,
the piercing roar of aircraft came from above the pitch-black sky. A contrail tore across the heavens before landing on a dedicated airfield.
This was the British Empire's exclusive airfield for receiving the rulers of major nations.
Rows of soldiers stood ramrod straight along both sides of the path, like sharp swords, their presence imposing.
At the very front.
Raging Sea Lord Harry stood at the forefront, one hand placed over his chest, his voice low.
"Welcome, Yang God Lord of Xia Kingdom."
The Yang God Lord had already reached the peak of the Adamantine Body Realm. Logically, he only needed a thought to arrive in the British Empire.
But this was, after all, a collaboration between two nations. They still had to put on the proper show.
It was etiquette.
The cabin door opened, and a tall figure slowly stepped down.
The black-haired, black-eyed young man was especially conspicuous amid this sea of blond hair and blue eyes. Raging Sea Lord's physique was burly, yet before Fang Yi, he somehow seemed a head shorter.
Fang Yi lowered his head slightly, walked up to Raging Sea Lord, and shook his hand.
"Raging Sea Lord, long time no see."
The two First Sequence Lords who controlled their nations exchanged glances. Black eyes met turquoise ones—one relaxed and at ease, the other secretly sizing him up.
In fact, before this meeting, Raging Sea