Everyone entered the enormous assembly hall in an orderly fashion.
It was vast inside, spacious enough to accommodate all the members of the First Corps.
The five of them sat in the farthest corner, with the main entrance directly behind them.
The front rows were already occupied by various leaders. War correspondents had set up their circular broadcasting equipment, waiting for everything to be in place to start the live stream.
Netizens from other planets were gathered in front of their Star Rings, waiting for it to begin.
They were all exceptionally excited for the military competition, held once every five years.
Not only that, but they could also get a glimpse of the perfect, handsome face of the Empire's King during the broadcast.
"Who's that man with the golden hair?" Lin Jingjing asked, looking at the man seated in the main position. He was dressed in magnificent attire, and though he was just sitting there doing nothing, a powerful, oppressive aura washed over them.
