The player representing the Viking Domain took a deep breath, forcing down the sob caught in his throat. He lowered his head humbly, his voice trembling uncontrollably as he spoke:
"Tingfeng…"
"We are willing to accept any terms of surrender…"
"Whatever you want…"
"We beg you, show mercy and forgive our previous offenses. Please, spare our lives…"
As he spoke, a glance from the corner of his eye caught the retracted talons of the Divine Gift Ancient Giant Dragon beside the throne. The chilling glint made his heart stop, and he held his breath, praying that the man seated above would utter a word of forgiveness.
Qin Feng spoke slowly. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, each word an icicle piercing their hearts.
"What I want…"
"Is very simple."
As his voice trailed off, he leaned forward slightly. The might of an Emperor swirled within his pupils, which blazed with Holy Flame.
"Submit."
