Beneath the Sky Screen, in the imperial city of the Star Luo Empire on the Douluo Continent.
The towering, magnificent Imperial Palace Hall was brightly lit at this moment.
The Star Luo Emperor sat high upon his dragon throne. Though he wore luxurious dragon robes, his back had long since been completely drenched in cold sweat.
Below, all the Star Luo Empire's civil and military officials, along with every high-ranking Soul Master retainer, knelt in orderly rows.
Not one dared raise their head. All stared fixedly at the enormous Sky Screen projection in the center of the hall.
"Gulp..."
In the silent hall, someone swallowed, the sound clearly audible.
The Star Luo Emperor gripped the armrests of his dragon throne so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.
"So this is... war in a higher plane?"
The Star Luo Emperor's voice was dry. Beyond the shock in his eyes lay an even deeper sense of helplessness as an emperor.
"One disagreement, and over a hundred experts capable of destroying heaven and earth descend upon the borders..."
"Before power of this level, never mind my Star Luo Empire-even Spirit Hall at its height would be as laughable as dust!"
Below, the Star Luo Empire's Grand Marshal slowly raised his head, his weather-beaten old face filled with solemnity and awe.
"Your Majesty is absolutely right."
The old marshal cupped his hands, his voice low.
"I have spent my entire life on horseback, fighting countless battles."
"But a confrontation like this on the Sky Screen has gone completely beyond military formations and deployments."
"This is the sheer crushing weight of accumulated strength, a collision of absolute power!"
The old marshal extended a trembling hand and pointed at the Luo God Clan's territory, surrounded by armies on the Sky Screen.
"Please look, Your