One guard after another chased into Holy Son Gate. In the blink of an eye, the Holy Son's night procession was over, leaving only stunned people around the streets. At this moment, every admirer felt a deep sense of humiliation.
How could their idol, the Thousand King Holy Son, be treated like this?
Uproar swept through the crowd, and all manner of furious roars finally rang out into the heavens.
Young men and women alike madly cursed Sikong Devil. The commotion here immediately set off the experts from every faction throughout the Thousand Kings Holy Tower, and they all rushed frantically toward Holy Son Gate.
There were naturally more than ten times as many people as there had been in Wind Thunder City. After all, the experts from every faction now included everyone from Ten Emperors City.
At the same time, Thousand King experts throughout Thousand Kings Holy City sprang into action.
Some went to track down the person who had just shouted "Emperor Bloodline" at random, while others stood guard in every direction, prepared for battle.
The Thousand Kings Golden Light Tower was no exception. Powerful auras shot into the sky one after another, while the Golden Light Tower's formation operated without pause.
At the same time, in the plaza before the Thousand Prison Tower at the center of Dark Light Tower...
Pei Kuang sat upright upon a golden chair positioned directly at the entrance of the Thousand Prison Tower. Faithful Qian Ta stood beside him, while before them stood masked Thousand Prison Tower pieces, one after another.
Qian Ta seemed to have just announced something, causing the Thousand Prison Tower pieces to tremble from head to toe.
But then... Boom! Boom! Boom!
As all kinds of powerful auras erupted in the direction of the Golden Light Tower,