The Martial Emperor, despite his reluctance, had no means to oppose the overwhelming power before him.
In the whole of Great Wu's territory, there was simply no one capable of resisting the Celestials. Leaving Great Wu aside, it was feared that the only ones in this world who could contend with the Celestials were the Celestials themselves.
He had heard that Lu Xingqiu somehow obtained a Divine Weapon capable of annihilating Celestials, but Lu Xingqiu had long since turned to dust, and that so-called Celestial-killing Divine Weapon had fallen into Lu Chen's hands.
At that moment, the Martial Emperor clenched his fists with such force that he left several dents in the pure gold Dragon Throne.
The Martial Emperor did not speak then, his gaze fixed unrelentingly on the dozen or so people in the grand hall, well aware that anything he might say now would be futile, and that these individuals might even decide to dispose of him right there and then.