To die in battle is a soldier's honor; to surrender is a disgrace.
Emperor Tianwu sighed deeply: "I knew this long ago, but I have a great love for talent. What a pity."
If Marshal Liu could be made to surrender, it would undoubtedly deliver a significant blow to the momentum of the Daqian Kingdom, but he knew this was nearly impossible.
Marshal Liu spoke up: "Let this old man experience what the Celestial Human Realm truly feels like."
Emperor Tianwu said softly: "Very well, I also wish to personally face you to consolidate my realm."
Beside him, a demon pseudo-god spoke.
"Your Majesty, why bother fighting him? Just charge in and slaughter them all!"
Before the words were finished, a giant hand enlarged before their eyes, striking the demon's face.
The demon was sent flying, rolling three times before its cheek quickly swelled up.
Emperor Tianwu sneered: "Those soldiers are talents. If we can kill Liu He, their morale will sharply drop, allowing us to gather some people."
