Ji Xinghuo raised an eyebrow, finding it somewhat amusing that the Steel Emperor, despite having already surrendered, still wanted to save face in front of his subordinates. The so-called glory of Rome was just an excuse.
Looking back, he should have applied maximum pressure to force consent, or simply cut off communications.
With no one watching, the Steel Emperor's surrender would carry no psychological burden, sparing them a battle.
But it was no matter.
Ji Xinghuo didn't hesitate, "Then let me defeat you, Mr. Ivan."
The Steel Emperor picked up his warhammer and descended from the throne.
"Follow me."
Here in the Iron Palace, a slight loss of restraint in their battle could reduce the empire's landmark building to ruins.
If it were a fight to the death, Ji Xinghuo would naturally have no reservations, but since the Steel Emperor had already agreed to surrender, he decided to give him some face, though he remained wary of a sudden betrayal.
