After hearing this, the forces of the empires, duchies, and kingdoms below did not dare utter a word. In the past, they would at least have shouted, "Why should we?"
Back then, although Spirit Hall was powerful, it had not yet become strong enough to suppress every faction.
Clear Sky Sect still led the Upper Three Sects, checking and restraining Spirit Hall's ambitions, leaving them room to remain free.
But now that Qian Xunyi had taken the throne, Clear Sky Sect had been destroyed, the remaining sects had gone into hiding, and the two great empires had suffered humiliating defeats. Even if they did not wish to bow their heads, they had no choice.
"Next, let His Holiness the Pope crown Dai Tianfeng, the Clown Emperor Crown Prince of the Star Luo Empire, as the Clown Emperor. Please come forward, Your Highness Dai Tianfeng."
Dai Tianfeng walked up the jade steps with a flushed face and knelt before Qian Xunyi.
"Present them," Qian Xunyi said.
Several attendants stepped forward carrying brocade boxes. The first was opened, revealing an imperial robe.
"Unfold the imperial robe."
"Yes!"
The attendant gave the robe a shake and spread it open. Dai Tianfeng looked closely and saw a large playing card embroidered onto the yellow robe.
It was the card Dai Tianfeng would never forget—the beginning of all his nightmares and humiliation.
The Big Joker.
A grinning clown held up a portrait of him that looked like a funeral photograph.
Dai Tianfeng found it utterly ironic.
"Your Majesty Dai Tianfeng, we embroidered your identification portrait onto your imperial robe. What do you think? Do you like it?"
Like it? Like my ass!
Dai Tianfeng kept a stiff, corpse-like expression and said nothing.
Gui Mei, standing beside him, said bluntly, "Dai Tianfeng, our Pope personally ordered