The most important thing was that although Grand Ancestor Chu had said this could at least suppress the Immortal Sect for ten years, what if something went wrong halfway?
It was never wrong to prepare in advance.
"What do you all think of this matter?" Chen Yuan sat upright in the upper seat, dragon robe upon him, a powerful pressure shrouding his body as his calm gaze slowly swept across everyone in the hall.
He was not asking for opinions; he was giving notice.
Everyone present naturally understood this.
Thus, without the slightest hesitation, Prince Zhen Nan, Chu Changfeng, cupped his hands and said in a deep voice:
"Your Majesty has achieved literary and martial perfection, your merits overshadow all ages and your might suppresses the four quarters; you ought to be the Emperor of our Human Race!"
