The Emperor Arrives in Person, Entering the Secret Realm

Roar—!

Within the clouds, a true dragon covered entirely in gleaming gold slowly emerged. Its body was enormous, its scales refracting dazzling golden light beneath the sun. Its claws were sharp as blades, its eyes burned like torches, and dense dragon aura and sacred pressure swirled around it.

A luxurious golden chain was fastened around the true dragon's neck, linking it to an enormous gilded throne. The throne was forged entirely of gold, with a canopy overhead and snow-white curtains hanging on all sides. The curtains stirred gently in the wind, vaguely revealing a blurred figure within, mysterious and imposing.

On either side of the true dragon carriage, several hundred Imperial Guard soldiers in golden armor floated through the air. Each stood tall and straight, their polished armor gleaming, their bodies radiating chilling auras. Every one of them was at least Sixth Order, like heavenly soldiers from an immortal palace, guarding the true dragon carriage at the center.

Yet the most eye-catching figure was undoubtedly the majestic man standing directly before the true dragon carriage.

Unlike the Imperial Guard's pure golden armor, he wore a suit of gold-and-red armor. Crimson patterns coiled over the golden plating like flames, lending him an even more heroic bearing.

He was tall and upright, with mature, resolute features. The traces of time were etched between his brows, while his calm gaze carried an authority that needed no anger to inspire fear. He gripped a Phoenix-Wing Gilded Trident, its shaft gleaming with a cold, harsh light. His very presence radiated an aura of looking down upon the world.

Everyone's expressions tightened, especially those in the Orc camp, whose eyes filled with deep solemnity and wariness.

There was only one such divinely martial man in the entire Human Empire: the Imperial Guard's Commander-in-Chief, the Divine Martial