The last six Martial Saints of the Dragon Country conceded, and all the blood moons of the human lower ten emperors' battlefield hovered above Zhou Leng's head.
"You all..."
Zhu Shiji said, "You're more suited than I am to be the new lower emperor."
All the Martial Saints nodded in agreement.
Zhou Leng cupped his fists and accepted the honor.
The blood moons exploded, and a crown descended from the heavens.
A new lower emperor was born.
The Divine Power Crown transformed into vast star power, enveloping Zhou Leng completely.
Zhu Shiji and the other Martial Saints looked at Zhou Leng, some relieved, some puzzled.
"Brother Shiji, Zhou Leng's strength seems a bit too powerful, his punching power has already reached the level of a mid-level Martial Saint."
"His speed is off too, it's too fast."
"To kill a Martial Saint as if slaughtering pigs and dogs."
"Even slaughtering pigs requires binding a rope..."
