"Jiang Dali! You dare!"
At the moment Jiang Dali's spirit connected with the spiritual sensing of He's Jade Disc, a voice filled with suffocating majesty suddenly resonated, and a dignified figure draped in boundless dragon aura instantly appeared in his mind.
The figure rose abruptly from the imperial throne, standing with hands behind his back, eyebrows furrowed in anger, his face cold and merciless.
The Emperor's wrath shakes the world!
At that moment, Jiang Dali felt an intense awe, almost born of a desire to worship the enraged emperor, filled with humility and fear.
Yet just as this feeling emerged, he rejuvenated his spirit, his primordial spirit's radiance burst forth, immediately entering the original mind state, freeing himself from the emperor's majesty, and coldly said.
"I, Jiang Dali, wander the Martial World relying on two things: great strength and great courage! Is it possible, aside from removing Shakyamuni, Your Majesty intends to strike me down today?"
