CHAPTER 603: CHAPTER 368: THE MAN WHO ONCE LEFT THE DIVINE DOMAIN_2

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"Your Majesty, the situation is getting worse," Li Meilin whispered. Her words immediately silenced the entire hall. Everyone stared at her in shock.

"The reason they made me leave the Divine Domain is that they started something they didn’t want me to know. Inside the Divine Domain, there is a half-human, half-beast individual. This person warned me that the Divine Domain is preparing for war. They will either attack the Sun Kingdom or our Siban Empire. He comes from the Sun Kingdom, and the reason he warned me and helped me escape is to inform the Sun Empire. Clearly, the beast known as the Divine Origin Queen, Wan Qiao, plans to start a war against humanity to expand their empire."

The Emperor’s face turned pale upon hearing this, but he wasn’t the only one. Everyone present was now filled with anxiety. If there are 64 experts willing to go to war, who could possibly stop them? Based on their knowledge, no one could.

"I suspect they will deploy all 64 Chenyuan experts to the battlefield," she continued. "The Divine Domain has always been a coveted target for both the Sun Kingdom and us. If they leave it undefended, the Kingdom they choose not to attack might retaliate. However, their army isn’t composed solely of Saints."

"Each of these experts commands ten thousand guards. These guards are not soldiers, but I assume that they could easily be used as such. Let’s suppose only half of the Saints are mobilized for war; they would still have a large number of guards accompanying them. Even though these guards aren’t soldiers, and our army outnumbers them four times over, all of their guards are experts ranked at the level of Kings or Emperors. In terms of quality, they far surpass our troops. We must also remember that these experts aren’t human cultivators—they are magical beasts."

Li Meilin felt deeply troubled about their current predicament. Her heartbeat was irregular, and she closed her eyes, dreading what punishment might await her for delivering such bad news. Yet, when she secretly peeked at the worshipful figure before her, she didn’t see fear of these events in his expression; rather, he seemed to be contemplating.

Silence prevailed in the hall, and no one dared to speak. After a moment’s stillness, only the faint sound of sobbing could be heard. Evidently, the upper-class ladies were terrified by the information Li Meilin had just shared. Li Meilin herself was filled with unease and fear.

Finally, after a long pause, the Emperor spoke in a calm yet resolute voice.

"We appreciate the information you’ve brought us," he said. His voice resonated throughout the silent hall, drowning out the faint sobs that had been audible here and there. "We will meet with our Generals to discuss how to deal with these magical beasts. Although they are more numerous, we will not shirk our responsibility to protect our citizens." Hearing such words from the Emperor brought some relief to the nobles and officials present in the hall. If those guards from the Divine Origin chose to wage war against their Siban Empire, the outcome would be uncertain. These guards weren’t soldiers, and while they were more powerful, the Empire still had a greater number of experts. Even if their opponents were Kings, though far superior to Dukes, how could they prevail if twenty or thirty Dukes attacked them simultaneously? Although most Kings would still hold an advantage, a battlefield is never ordinary. The Emperor wagered that they had the capacity to overpower smaller armies.

"Generals, attend me!" the Emperor shouted as he stood. Twenty men from the audience stepped forward with straight postures and solemn expressions. It was clear they understood the stakes of their participation in this meeting. As they approached, each of them bowed deeply to the Emperor. Once the Emperor stood upright, they all bowed again. All nobles and officials present in the room also knelt before the Emperor, waiting for him to leave.

"Oh," standing upright, the Emperor momentarily looked back as his gaze fell upon Li Meilin, who seemed young yet was a distinguished expert. "Li Meilin, you will accompany us. You are the only one who has entered the Divine Origin Jungle. Your assistance will be greatly valuable." He spoke firmly before walking toward the door behind the throne. As he departed, the Generals and Li Meilin bowed low, while the rest scrambled to follow the Emperor. All kept their heads lowered to avoid looking directly at him.

Although this Emperor was merely an expert from Duke University, he was feared even by most Saints across Spain. The reason wasn’t merely his high status and royal lineage but also the two shadows that followed him. These shadows went unrecognized unless one held a Saint’s rank. They were the Emperor’s personal aides. When their strength was unleashed, no Saint in Siban could rival them. Even within the Divine Domain, the Emperor believed his two shadows would be capable of overcoming their opponents. Though the Lord he had previously sent to the Divine Domain was a Saint, he was merely the weakest among the Emperor’s Saints. For the Emperor, it wasn’t surprising that this Lord hadn’t succeeded. What was truly astonishing was that Li Meilin had accomplished so much.

The following morning, Yan Xiaobao woke feeling both tired and excited. He had spent a great deal of time preparing to meet with numerous experts and to begin arranging for war. He would be addressing an entire training ground filled with Emperor-ranked experts; their collective strength vastly exceeded that of their peers, and the thought left him slightly nervous.

The young man dressed himself and left the elegant room he had been given. As he stepped out, he discovered that the hallway outside wasn’t as empty as he had expected. Instead, Lord Pan stood there with Wan Qiao and a small group of Lords. This took Yan Xiaobao by surprise; it was entirely unexpected.

Looking at them, he cleared his throat, "Forgive me; I was in a rush this morning. How may I assist you all?" He asked, puzzled. He wasn’t sure why so many experts were waiting for him, but now that they were here, it would be rude not to listen to their concerns.

"Don’t mind us," Lord Pan laughed when he saw the confusion on Yan Xiaobao’s face. "We’re merely here to observe how you plan to deal with the many Emperors waiting for you," he continued, revealing the intent of all the experts.

Learning the reason for their presence, Yan Xiaobao felt slightly bitter as he muttered to himself, "As if I’m not under enough pressure already, now these Lords think they can treat this like some form of entertainment."

"That’s actually a good thing," Lan Feng pointed out upon hearing his complaints. "When the Lords come here, they’re likely to lend their support. Having them observe might prevent any Emperor from testing your strength. To be honest, I don’t think that will happen. But I do believe some Emperors might envy you and your position. However, as long as the Lords are present, they won’t dare act out of jealousy."

"I guess you’re right," Yan Xiaobao sighed as he glanced at the guards. Paying his respects to Lord Pan, Yan Xiaobao turned and quickly left the group of Lords behind. He could see them smiling and chatting among themselves as they followed him. All of them seemed eager to see what Yan Xiaobao planned for the guards awaiting him.

Crossing the castle grounds, Yan Xiaobao soon arrived at the training field. When he saw nearly a thousand Emperors standing before him, his throat suddenly went dry. All of the Emperors were watching the young man. Some had gentle smiles, others malicious expressions, while some looked serious, and others seemed mocking. Yet they all shared one thing in common—they were all staring at Yan Xiaobao. A few began conversing among themselves, while others remained silent. As Yan Xiaobao ascended the arena platform, he knew every Emperor could see him, just as he could see them all.

"I’m glad to see you all here today," Yan Xiaobao said with a smile. He made no effort to amplify his voice, simply letting his words carry. Not all the Emperors quieted down, so some details of his speech remained unheard by a portion of the crowd.

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