Chapter 1217-stopping the war

Zhang Tao's words had torn apart the emperor's thoughts, crushed them, and explained them to the Three Realms bit by bit.

Did the Emperor really feel that he couldn't bear the loss of face?

How was that possible?

These people were also overlords and proud children in the past. They were existences who had defeated initial martial stage experts and were truly invincible in the path of origin.

How many people like Fang ping and Zhang Tao cared about their reputation?

Did Li Zhu care?

Did King Kun care?

If he really cared, Feng would have collapsed a long time ago, and King Kun would have hunted Fang ping down for ten thousand years.

Face was not important, only the winner could write everything.

Ten thousand years later, Fang ping and the rest would all be dead, but the nine emperors would still be around. Who would dare to say that the emperors were incapable?

A soft laugh spread.

Someone laughed.

"Martial King ... Interesting ..."