"Old Ninth, we really don't need to do this."
The Emperor shifted backward, constantly thinking about how to escape.
Everyone knew that Old Ninth rarely brought out his Chainsaw. When he did, someone was definitely going to die.
Hi Dog saw through the Emperor's little scheme and sneered. "Trying to buy time?"
"Hm? Someone's coming."
Hei Ba and Old Ninth looked toward the sky at the same time.
A terrifying presence was rapidly approaching.
The Emperor was overjoyed.
Two of Kou Island's three Eight-Awakenings powerhouses were dead. The only one who could arrive in time was the last one.
"Gentlemen, I'm willing to represent Kou Island and establish eternal friendship with the Emperor. No, I'm willing to submit to the Dragon Kingdom forever."
"What do you say?" Seeing hope of survival, the Emperor pleaded humbly.
"Sure, I'll pass your wish on to the Old Man." Old Ninth grinned. "If you'd been this sensible earlier, why would I have needed to kill you? Ah."
The speaker meant nothing by it, but the listener took it to heart.
The Emperor's heart trembled.
The Old Man wasn't dead.
Then... everything the Coalition Forces had done in the early stages was a joke.
As long as that old man lived, the Dragon Kingdom would never fall.
Bang!
Five minutes later.
A blast of qi sent the Geisha House's front doors flying.
An Eight-Awakenings powerhouse in samurai robes flew into the courtyard, his feet never touching the ground.
Dozens of corpses lay scattered across the courtyard, landscaped with hills and water.
Bodyguards and courtyard staff alike had all stopped breathing.
The samurai unconsciously clenched his fists and sped up his search for the Emperor.
To Old Ninth and the others, the Emperor was worth jack shit, but to the Kou Islanders, the Emperor was