"What does that matter?"
An icy voice abruptly cut Zique's words short.
It was not loud, yet it was like a wind sweeping across a frozen wasteland.
In an instant, the temperature in this grand central hall, magnificent as an imperial palace, plummeted.
Everyone's gaze involuntarily converged on Prince Yuanxiang.
He possessed an exceptionally deceptive, splendid appearance.
With red hair, handsome features, and an elaborate, imposing military uniform, he looked every bit the part.
But the warmth usually present in his eyes was gone.
In its place was killing intent, nearly overflowing.
From the moment his homeland, Martial Ridge Star, and his beloved wife—
were reduced to cosmic dust by an Altana energy rampage,
he had become a vengeful demon harboring boundless hatred for the Galactic Empire and the Tendoshu.
That was why he had rallied cosmic survivors who had suffered the same tragedy.
Together, they formed the Altana Liberation Army.
Their sole driving force was revenge.
They carried out destruction in the name of liberation.
They attacked every planet that developed and supplied Altana for the Galactic Empire.
Even if innocent people had to be buried alongside them.
And this time, it was the turn of the planet called Earth.
"Do we need to care who this planet belongs to or what it is called?"
Prince Yuanxiang slowly turned around, his boots clicking crisply against the mirror-smooth floor.
A mocking curve rose at the corner of his mouth.
His blade-sharp gaze swept across Admiral Zique's worry-filled face.
"After all these years, you are still so indecisive."
Yuanxiang did not wait for Zique's response.
His cold gaze swept over the crowd before returning to the large screen.
It displayed the beautiful Earth, glowing azure from end to end.
And the orderly, solemn First Fleet positioned before it.
"But, Yuanxiang!"
Admiral