"Thank you for the recognition, Ancestor." Xia Tianming slightly lowered his head and agreed.
His gaze remained on Xia Tianming, as according to the rules, during the competition for the throne, life and death could be determined!
Seeing Xia Tianming's murderous intent, Xia Tianming couldn't help but shiver, leaning further behind Xia Donghai.
"Tianming, you are already the victor. Donghai is right; with one less Martial Sovereign in our Great Xia Empire, our strength diminishes."
"You've already killed four Martial Sovereigns from the Lingxiao Pavilion. Even if it's just to vent your anger, it should be enough."
"Your talent is extraordinary; in the future, you will also be the Summer Emperor ruling the Empire. You must consider the Empire more and not act so willfully."
The Seventh Xia Emperor stepped forward, patted Xia Tianming on the shoulder, and said in a deliberately kind manner.
