The Emperor's Hearts of the five men had taken a hit. They couldn't accept the truth. They thought of all the years they had eagerly followed orders and worked themselves to the bone for the cause, only to end up with this.
When the Imperial Court left, not a single person had bothered to look after them. They had been abandoned here, left to live or die on their own.
It was a brutally realistic scene!
It had made them see the truth about that place!
"We chose the wrong side and endangered the Myriad Worlds. Now that we've lost, we accept whatever fate awaits us. If you want to kill us, then do it," said Yellow Springs Sacred Ancestor.
He controlled the dead and refined Corpse Slaves; he had never feared death. He had joined them only for his own future, hoping to win himself a bright tomorrow.
Now the truth had shown him to be nothing but a clown. If the Black Hand Organization refused to let them go, then dying here would be no great matter.
"I'm an extremely proud person. Back then, Gaishi took three of my blows and wounded my pride, yet I still couldn't bring myself to pursue him relentlessly. Otherwise, he would never have survived."
"I, Emperor Chen, could bow my head willingly for the sake of my future, but that doesn't mean my pride disappeared. I merely hid it away. When I rise again, I'll still be the Emperor Chen who stands alone above the clouds!"
"But what happened today has shattered my self-respect completely. A defeat is a defeat, and I've become a clown. Do it!"
Emperor Chen spoke of his own accord. He, too, did not fear death. As one of the few Quasi-Immortal Emperors in the Myriad Worlds, he