"Damian greets Master" The Blossom Sword Emperor said humbly, his voice showing that he really submitted to Drakion.
The Emperors that heard this were shocked by this, they never expected that the Blossom Sword Emperor would really submit.
They shook their heads but remembering Drakion's words, that he would repair his foundation, that was enticing enough.
And he might be lucky enough to even have a Draconic bloodline, they felt envious of that.
"Damian, that's a good name, you can stand up" Drakion smiled.
The Blossom Sword Emperor stood up, walking towards Drakion figure who was sitting on the throne, with Anya sleeping on his lap.
He stood behind Drakion like a servant.
"Blossom Sword Emperor, don't you have any integrity, how can you submit like that" One of the Emperors roared,
A middle-aged man carrying an axe, his aura was profound showing that he was in the late stage of the Emperor Realm.
