At the depths of the Martial Saint Palace, there was a big dazzling golden dragon chair. Right now, a man was sitting in this dragon chair, and he looked about the same age as Wu Jiu, where both looked to be in their forties. He was wearing a golden dragon robe, and a huge dazzling crown on top of head, making him look very majestic.
The man had a sharp face, and was emitting a heroic energy. Although he wasn’t angry, he was still portraying a domineering image. Just by quietly sitting there, he could easily make anyone feel a desire to bow down before him. This man was the Martial Saint Dynasty’s Imperial Emperor, the most supreme man in the entire Eastern Continent!