"Emperor Fang, Emperor Min, Emperor You—as rulers of divine courts, isn't this too much? Yucheng and Haoyan have already handed over all the dark gold. Why must you still besiege them?" Shan Ting's fists clenched so tightly within his sleeves that they turned white.
Among the ten great divine courts of the divine realm, Emperor Fang held a lofty position, though his stature was remarkably slight.
He laughed heartily.
"Emperor Yan, you're mistaken. Matters concerning the younger generation shouldn't concern us. Come, come—I've just acquired some fine wine, infused with Void Divine Snow. Let's share a drink."
Shan Ting took a deep breath.
He knew further words would be futile.
Shan Yucheng and Shan Haoyan had each led tens of thousands of cultivator troops in search of dark gold.
For the Jingfang Divine Court and Baiyou Divine Court to trap Shan Yucheng and Shan Haoyan, they must have mobilized at least thirty thousand cultivators combined.
Emperor Fang of the Jingfang Divine Court was ruthless.
Though he spoke of matters concerning the younger generation, in truth, he would not allow a single soldier from Shan Haoyan and Shan Yucheng's forces to survive.
Of the six armies under the Yanxing Divine Court, two were immobile.
The remaining forces—the Lufu Army and Chenghui Army—were blocked by the Chongyu Divine Court's troops.