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Inside the royal palace of the Sasanian Dynasty.

Empress Sasan Alisa sat upright on her throne, a golden crown atop her head, her bearing as regal as a noble divine statue.

Her skin was as pale and smooth as ivory, glowing faintly as though moonlight had fallen upon her.

Her features were exquisitely picturesque, with a high nose and lips as vibrant as rose petals. When she pressed them together slightly, they revealed an unquestionable severity.

Her figure was graceful and curvaceous. Her golden lion robe fitted her body closely, outlining her full breasts and slender waist.

Although she was young, beautiful, and peerlessly radiant, none of the court officials dared look directly at her face.

For she was the highest authority in this nation. Any official who dared offend her would suffer the ultimate punishment.

Yet at that moment, Elissa's brows were slightly knitted, her expression furious.

The ministers stood trembling in the palace, terrified that the Empress would unleash her imperial wrath.

At the head of the ministers stood a middle-aged man in black robes. He was her confidant and the Sasanian Dynasty's state preceptor, the Saint Realm powerhouse Morey.

Morey was a Saint Realm cultivator nurtured by the Sassanid Family and belonged to that family himself.

He was deeply loyal to the Sassanid Family, and especially unwavering in his loyalty to the Empress.

He was the one who had gone to the Supreme Hua Sword Sect to entice Venerable Youhen last time.

Morey held an extremely high position in the Sasanian Dynasty and helped the Empress rule it.

The reason the Empress was so angry today was that, before the war had even begun, the Heavenly Strategy Dynasty had issued an ultimatum-a proclamation urging surrender.

Li Chen's original intention had been to have the Empress and the