Sikong Jing's voice was calm yet not soft, immediately freezing the gazes of the East Dominator core figures. Someone was blocking the path ahead?
And it's... a top-level emperor?
That's right, besides Sikong Jing, no one from the East Dominator could sense someone was blocking their way.
As the crowd was just about to react... swoosh!
A tall figure had already appeared on the main ship of the Divine Shuttle where Sikong Jing was.
This man, on the surface, appeared slightly old, being over a hundred years old, yet still possessed an incredibly fierce aura.
As soon as he appeared on the ship, he quietly faced Sikong Jing, who was wearing a mask, while at the same time the core figures of the East Dominator Branch had drawn their weapons and pointed them at him.
Each one was extremely vigilant, their mood tense to the extreme. After all, this was a terrifying top-level emperor.
A few breaths later...
