The Noble Sovereigns

On Sovereign's surface, no matter which direction one looked from, there was only one color to be seen, just like when Ke Chen had once been in the Dark Dimension.

However, the Dark Dimension had been nothing but chaotic darkness, while the Sovereigns were so lacking in taste that they only used gold.

Perhaps it was their preference and habit. Their golden skin had led to their buildings and everything else being the same color, with no sense of artistry whatsoever.

Perhaps women might find it spectacular at first. Several Black Widows reached out and touched the golden pillars. Like dragons, they were fond of vivid colors.

But after looking at it for too long, it felt far too monotonous. Sovereign gave off the impression of a vulgar nouveau riche; gold was everywhere one went.

That was why Ke Chen remarked, "The Sovereigns have no artistic sense whatsoever."

"Yet they're rich, like children driving heavy trucks. They can't protect what they have."

"Even without us, someone else would have attacked Sovereign. We're here to protect them. We're the good guys."

Ke Chen brainwashed his subordinates as he walked into the Elder Hall.

In space, the onlookers noticed that the fighting had died down, but they still did not dare approach, afraid that either side would treat them as enemies and wipe them out.

Whether the Sovereigns won or the Celestial Court emerged victorious, neither side would allow outsiders to get close.

Thus, they could only watch from space, completely unaware of what was happening inside and left with nothing but speculation.

"Xandar has expressed its support for the Celestial Court, believing that the Sovereigns were the ones who provoked them first. However, they are puzzled by the Celestial Court launching such a massive direct assault."

"The Nova Corps thinks