When Pride, the Great Emperor of Arrogance, raised his head high,
in the stands,
the three Marquises and the dozen-plus Counts behind them did not panic because the Emperor had been beheaded. They merely looked shocked, never expecting their opponent to force the Emperor into such a state.
Zede, who had basically recovered after receiving treatment in Graton's stomach world, had not switched positions. He still chose to sit on the Bloodkin's side.
Through his unique Physical Psyche, Zede sensed the Emperor's condition. Yet the feedback he received was endless crimson. He could even hear the friction of a mighty army between the flesh, as though something was about to be released.
"Is this battle finally about to begin..."
On the other side of the stands,
William and Art, the joint leaders of this circus performance, changed expressions at the same time. They were not pleased because Yi Chen had gained the upper hand and might even kill the Emperor. Instead, their expressions were grim.
"Art, you felt it too, right?"
Art said with a pained expression, "How could I not? I feel like I'm about to burst~ This is way too exaggerated. I never thought the legendary Emperor could reach such a ridiculous level.
The skin is merely a 'binding.' What's inside is the real thing. No wonder blood kept seeping outward through the blood sac on his head earlier. It turns out that was a sign that the body could no longer contain its true form.
Getting to see the Emperor's 'true state' here is satisfying enough."
William looked solemn. "Stop spouting nonsense, Art! Hurry up and get moving. Help me expand the circus, or a circus of this scale is bound to burst."
"Wouldn't bursting be great? Once the match is forcibly interrupted and these Bloodkin