"So it is Sword Douluo!"
Xue Ye paced slowly out from the carriage, his steps carrying a natural imperial majesty and his gaze flickering with complex emotions.
Sword Douluo only swept the ruler of the empire with his peripheral vision, his tone calm and profound.
"Your Majesty, your intentions are already clear to us."
"But as you reap what you sow, we cannot help you either!"
Hearing this, Xue Ye locked his brows tightly, a trace of imperceptible cold light flashing through his eyes.
Yet... it could only be in his eyes.
After all, he faced a Titled Douluo who stood at the pinnacle of the Soul Master World.
Any attempt involving force was merely a mantis trying to stop a chariot, adding to the mockery.
Off to the side, the officials and eunuchs all whispered among themselves secretly, their eyes flashing with complex emotions, yet no one dared to easily utter even half a word.
They merely kept it in their hearts.
After all, if they spoke it aloud, their heads might roll.
Xue Ye's heart surged with turbulent waves, and he attempted a final effort to salvage a glimmer of turning things around.
"Could it be that the deep friendship of hundreds of years between our Heaven Dou Empire and your esteemed sect is still not enough to sway the weight of a single word from Sect Master Ning?"
Xue Ye gazed at Sword Douluo with a torch-like focus.
Hearing this, Sword Douluo's expression remained stern as he slowly shook his head.
"Your Majesty, the friendship between our sect and your country is naturally as solid as a rock and unshakable."
"However, Chen Jue's decision is not something we can influence."
"He acts according to his own principles and considerations, which cannot be easily changed by emotion. Please