Imperial Battle

"What is this?" one of the three Emperor Rank corpses spoke as he was looking toward the Heavenly Academy.

The second crowned cultivator took note of more things, "We're corpses? Interesting, who dared turn us this way?

The final one didn't speak but went to grab something on the back of his neck "Despicable! To dare enslave us using our very own Soul Shackling Stakes!"

"Wait, you're the Creedless? How come you are dead?" the first crowned person spoke.

The Creedless, turning to him had his eyes opened wide, "I greet his majesty the Imperial Firstborn!"

"Father?" spoke the second crowned cultivator.

"Who here dares enslave the Imperial Family! Did we decline so much to have people dare and do such to our bodies! Preventing us from even reaching nirvana and going through the Cycle of Death and Rebirth! SPEAK!" the First Born shouted, his voice alone caused the entire heavenly academy to shudder and shake.