Heaven Dou Empire and Star Luo Empire Destroyed

"How, how did you know?!"

Ghost Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted, his voice filled with disbelief.

"How many cities were slaughtered?"

Qian Cheng's expression remained exceptionally calm, as if he had expected it all along.

"A few remote small cities in the Star Luo Empire and Heaven Dou Empire."

"Everyone in those four cities, regardless of age or gender, was slaughtered to the last man. Not a single survivor was left!"

Ghost Douluo's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice carrying a hint of horror.

"Just as I thought."

"Overwhelming resentment and bloodlust stretching for a thousand miles—those were the perfect medium for them to open an interregional teleportation passage..."

"They've come. And quite quickly."

A glint of coldness flashed through Qian Cheng's eyes as his gaze drifted toward Heaven Dou City and Star Luo City, his voice carrying a note of understanding.

In the imperial palace of the Heaven Dou Empire, glazed tiles shimmered with a cold golden light beneath the setting sun. Only Qianyuan Hall was steeped in extravagance.

The coiling dragon carvings around the gilded pillars were obscured, their majesty mostly concealed behind crimson gauze curtains.

Several dancers dressed in garments as thin as cicada wings spun in light, dainty steps. The silver bells at their waists rang with every sway, their tinkling sounds both delicate and sultry.

A languid, erotic melody echoed through the spacious hall.

Xue Beng propped his chin up with one hand and held an amber wine cup in the other. With bleary, drunken eyes, he watched the dancers, a lazy smile of indulgence spread across his face.

Though the Heaven Dou Empire had long since lost half its territory and urgent reports from the border arrived every day, he had no intention of striving to restore the nation. Instead, he sank even deeper into wine