"Sect Master Ning, are we fighting or not?"
"Just give me an answer!"
Xue Ye sent Ning Fengzhi a voice transmission using Soul Power, his tone filled with fury.
Compared to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Heaven Dou Empire had suffered the greatest losses.
Two thousand imperial palace Soul Masters had been slaughtered, the Heaven Dou Empire's treasury had been looted clean, and Old Heaven Dou City had been wiped off the map. Spirit Hall had trampled the Heaven Dou Empire's dignity underfoot.
As the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire, he wanted nothing more than to fight Spirit Hall to the death right then and there, and use Golden Crocodile and the others' lives to restore the empire's lost honor.
But reason was pulling at him with all its might.
Xue Ye knew full well that Yu Yuanzhen, Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and the others' concerns were no exaggeration.
If war broke out, most of the people present would probably die in the palace.
Xue Ye clenched the fist hidden beneath his clothes, his nails digging deep into his palm. He didn't even notice the blood seeping out.
His heart was full of resentment, yet he was powerless to do anything. All he could do was leave the decision to go to war to the meticulous Ning Fengzhi, and wait for him to come up with a solution that would satisfy both sides.
If possible, he didn't want to die fighting here, but he also wanted Spirit Hall to give him an acceptable explanation.
"Your Majesty, let me think it over first!"
Ning Fengzhi replied through a Soul Power voice transmission, then fell into deep silence.
He wanted to fight Spirit Hall to the death too, but the moment he