บท 1285: Longevity of 700 Years

Unfortunately, he had picked the wrong adversary.

Braydon Neal fixed his gaze on the barefooted old man before releasing a surge of pressure. 

A radiant golden light emerged, accompanied by an overwhelming imperial aura, imbued with the intent to vanquish his foe.

The old man's expression turned ghostly pale, his voice trembling with horror. "Emperor! An emperor!"

"An emperor at such a young age?" murmured the inmates on the fifteenth level, startled by the revelation.

Quick to retreat, the barefooted elder hastily apologized, "Please forgive me, young friend. I'll leave at once!"

"The Oracle Palace is growing increasingly audacious. Imprisoning a young emperor?" cursed one.

"The woman in charge is becoming more unhinged," muttered another voice in the darkness. "Everything falls apart when a woman leads!"

Locked away with only bitterness in their hearts, the prisoners harbored no kind words for Rayha Qhobela.