The army continued onward, and at last the walls of Ming Capital came into view.
At the city gates, the people had gathered of their own accord along both sides of the road, watching this strange procession.
At the front marched the Angel Soul Masters, with their golden hair and fair skin, holy and solemn. Behind them trailed the defeated allied army of the Original Three Kingdoms, heads bowed and utterly bedraggled.
Some applauded, some cheered, and some had tears in their eyes.
"Long live Prince Xiaoyao! Glory to the Angel Legion!"
"Let's see if you dare run wild in the Sun Moon Empire again!"
"Serves you right! There isn't a single decent person in the Original Three Kingdoms!"
The cheers rose and fell, stretching all the way from the city gates to the imperial palace.
In the main hall of the imperial palace, the officials stood in two lines on either side.
Xu Yanli sat in a chair beside the seat of honor. He wore no court robes, only a moon-white brocade gown embroidered with dragon patterns. A Jade Fan hung at his waist, and he lounged as casually as if he were sipping tea in his own backyard.
Xu Tianran sat in the Dragon Throne at the center, dressed in a black dragon robe and wearing an imperial crown. His expression was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.
Xu Yanli had designed the clothes. As for whether they were presumptuous, not really—the emperors of Douluo Continent didn't wear dragon robes, after all.
The two men sat on either side, looking down at the Titled Douluo from the Original Three Kingdoms who had been brought into the hall under guard.
Six Titled Douluo knelt at the front. Behind them, dozens of Soul Douluo and Soul Saints knelt in dense