Chapter 4514
“Hey…”
Suddenly, Yu Wenqiang let out a deep sigh and slowly shook his head.
“Prime Minister Yu, what’s wrong?” Xiao Feng asked, his voice tinged with concern.
Yu Wenqiang said nothing, but his expression was grim.
“Emperor Xiao… I’m afraid he will lose,” Master Wuliang interjected solemnly.
“Master Wuliang, don’t talk nonsense! My father commands an army of hundreds of thousands. How could he possibly lose?” Xiao Jian retorted, his tone defiant yet uneasy.
Master Wuliang’s gaze remained steady as he replied, “Second Prince, it’s true that Emperor Xiao commands a vast army, but the issue isn’t strength—it’s fate. The luck of the Xiao Dynasty is waning. Can’t you feel it? When the fortune of a nation begins to fade, it signifies its imminent fall. If the dynasty collapses, how could Emperor Xiao hope to claim victory?”
The weight of his words silenced the room.
For anyone else, such a statement would have been dismissed outright as treasonous or absurd. But this was Master Wuliang—his abilities and insights had proven undeniable before.
The implications of his prediction left the members of the Xiao Dynasty pale and stricken.
The destruction of their dynasty?
If the Xiao Dynasty truly fell, what would become of them? They all understood the harsh reality: “No egg remains intact when the nest is overturned.”
A heavy silence settled over the room. In the heart of the imperial city, Xiao Yuanshan and the Tenth Prince continued their fierce battle, but the outcome remained uncertain.
Xiao Feng and Xiao Jian stood tense, their fists clenched tightly. For them, the stakes were personal. If the dynasty crumbled, their royal status would vanish in an instant.
Even if Xiao Yuanshan emerged victorious, the dynasty’s losses were already severe, leaving them vulnerable to surrounding forces eager to strike.
In this moment, the truth was undeniable: whether they won or lost, the golden age of the Xiao Dynasty was likely over.
What made it worse was that this time, the intruder was merely a child—a child to whom even Zuo Tianzheng of the Demon Sealing League showed unwavering respect.
Who could say what terrifying power might stand behind this boy?
The Xiao Dynasty was but a small human force within the vast Heavenly Human Realm. How could it possibly stand against the might of the God Clan? It was shocking enough to realize that the Demon Sealing League was supported by the God Clan—an unexpected and staggering revelation.
Even Kai was taken aback. He had not anticipated that such a formidable force lurked behind the Demon Sealing League, nor had he imagined that the Heavenly Human Realm concealed so many powerful masters.
The great formation of heaven and earth had ensnared countless beings within its grasp, leaving them powerless.
Rumble…
The battle between Xiao Yuanshan and the Tenth Prince continued, their clash sending shockwaves rippling through the air. The sheer force of their exchange forced everyone else to retreat again and again.
Eventually, they were all driven beyond the boundaries of the imperial city.
The once-magnificent and glorious capital of the Xiao Dynasty now lay in ruins. The ground was littered with bottomless craters, and what remained of its grandeur was reduced to dust and rubble.
When the aftermath of the battle finally subsided, the figures of Xiao Yuanshan and the Tenth Prince emerged in mid-air.
The Tenth Prince still had a lollipop clenched between his teeth, and his golden sword shimmered with power. His eyes burned with an insatiable will to fight, his stance showing he was far from satisfied.
But Xiao Yuanshan was a different story. He looked utterly exhausted, a shadow of his former imperial self. No longer the commanding emperor, he now resembled an aging man on the brink of collapse.
His breath was shallow, his aura weakened, and the spiritual energy of the more than 100,000 soldiers who supported him had been completely drained.
“Hey…”
Xiao Yuanshan sighed, his eyes reflecting a mix of sorrow and resignation. Slowly, his body descended, landing amidst the wreckage of what was once the imperial city.
Tears streamed down his face.
It was rare for men to shed tears, and rarer still for an emperor like Xiao Yuanshan. Yet, at this moment, there was nothing else he could do.
He wept for his fallen soldiers, for the innocent lives lost, and for the once-glorious Xiao Dynasty, now reduced to ruins.