How could outsiders possibly imagine that Huang Ji was only eighteen?
In their eyes, if he had become a Great Emperor, he had to be at least several hundred years old, right? They checked Huang Ji's citizen records, which listed his age as 666.
"What a baseless accusation!" Spirit Boat said disdainfully.
Though he did not know how old Huang Ji was, he was quite familiar with this sort of maneuver from the Shacha Civilization. They had merely pushed out a scapegoat and let him find any excuse for revenge to kill the Great Emperor Ziwei.
It was only to avoid implicating their civilization—to frame the matter as personal revenge. Officially, they could not say that the civilization's government had ordered it.
Huang Ji did not refute this. Instead, he patiently asked for the third time, "Do I still have a chance?"
The Warden said impatiently, "If I give you a chance, who's going to give me one?"
"Gather!"
He stopped wasting words and thrust the Lawkeeper's Spear fiercely forward.
A black sphere radiating countless irregular ripples burst from the spear's tip.
Wherever it passed, space-time seemed to stagnate and thicken, forming a visibly blurred and distorted passage.
Through that warped space-time, the starlight in the background looked like an unclear photograph enlarged several times over, becoming an even blurrier pattern.
The moment the Warden attacked, Huang Ji's gaze sharpened. "Bzzzz!"
Huang Ji's magnificent, tall, slender battle armor transformed. Its formerly gentle, unremarkable appearance became cold and murderous in the blink of an eye.
Its previous deep black color, which had blended into the backdrop of space, became blazing and lustrous, flowing with pale golden hues.
"Whoosh—" A brilliant gleam of starlight flashed through the Star Destroyer mecha's two eyes and its vertical third eye.
The next second, Huang Ji