Silence reigned.
The Imperial Palace was deathly still.
Huo Huo, Tai Lei, Light Torch, Marquis Qiyu Mountain, and the other juniors stood there in trembling attendance, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Saint Star Song gazed gloomily at everyone present.
It was no easy task to ask the Domain God to send down a divine revelation. Saint Star Song, as the godchild, had to offer his bloodline as a medium of communication. Thus, his face looked somewhat pale.
Yet compared with what had just happened before their eyes, his physical weakness was utterly insignificant.
"Three demigods! Three demigods joining forces, yet they were defeated by a little girl alone! She's only a teenager—where is everyone's dignity!?"
Saint Star Song said in a low voice.
"If Your Excellency Qian Ye hadn't fled in the face of battle, how could I have nearly ended up with my fleshly body dissolving?"
Burning Salary turned his gaze toward Qian Ye, his tone laced with reproach.
But Qian Ye unhappily retorted, "I've been a demigod for less than a year. How could I possibly withstand the power of the God Mirror? If I hadn't retreated in time and preserved my strength, I would already have been ground to pieces by her strange energy body and its sword qi."
"Heh, I think you clearly held back because you still remembered the old favor of Baili Qingfeng selling you True God Essence..."
"Nonsense! No matter what, I'm still a member of the Constellation Empire. In this situation—"
Qian Ye was about to continue when Saint Star Emperor's mental fluctuations began to surge. "Enough! Stop arguing!"
"Star Emperor, what exactly happened? Why were you defeated so quickly?"
Saint Star Song asked.
"That little girl herself is nothing special. At most, she relies on two divine artifacts. Even if,