Yin Gujin straightened up after halting with a single punch the colossal earthquake that had swept across Shenjing and even beyond its gates.
He did not so much as glance at the awestruck, expectant gazes of the heavenly officials around him. His expression solemn, he merely looked toward An Jing. "[You chose a fine time. In recent days, the Heavenly Overseer Principle has been changing over. Quite a few officials of the practical faction have gone to the provinces to regulate the feng shui, leaving behind only projections...]"
"[And you shattered the Ley Line Profound Net's anchor points at the first opportunity, rendering teleportation useless and cutting off reinforcements... Hmph. If the Emperor Lord were willing to act, no one could pierce through layer upon layer of Array Formations and descend directly into the heart of Shenjing.]"
"[But you were invited by the 'Emperor Lord,' and no one expected both 'Heavenly Fate' and 'Emperor Blood' to strike at once.]"
He paused, and his voice grew increasingly heavy. "[But I cannot be bothered with any of that. If His Majesty wants to play, let him play. They are merely several billion people—there are plenty everywhere, and if they die, there will be more.]"
As his words fell, dozens—then hundreds—of towering phantoms abruptly emerged behind him in the shattered heavens above Shenjing.
Those phantoms wore all manner of armor and wielded Divine Weapons. Their auras were as deep as the sea, their pressure freezing Taixu itself. Even the weakest among them were genuine True Lords, while the mightiest few exuded an authority surpassing even the four great clan heads who had joined forces moments ago!
These figures were the regional commanders and great generals who guarded Da Chen's various frontiers, ordinarily participating in deliberations at Shenjing only through projections.
At this moment,