All the warriors present were silent and their eyes were bloodthirst, clenching their teeth angrily!

  They all understood that this was perhaps Gong Yimo’s truthful thought because when she brought the world to peace, she didn’t have the desires of claiming herself as ruler. She had a gloomy heart which was dead. After every battle, she would stand on the battlefield and watch the soldiers digging pits to cremate the corpses. Even more, she requested the cremation of not only her own country’s soldiers, but also the enemy’s.

  Men like them ducked as far as they could to avoid the rolling smoke and scent of burnt skin, but she would stand there quietly every single time, allowing the flame to scorch her face. Every time they won, she would sleep for three whole days and nights, completely drained. How could she, a woman with incredible strength, be that fatigued? It was all because she had a tired heart.

  They watched helplessly as she transformed from a lively and playful young girl to helpless and murderous God who used violence to curb violence! She was a magnificent person, but she became an Empress whose heart was failing her and full of sadness.

  Even more, they knew that she was just saying this to prevent them from avenging her.

  Now that Gong Jue and Gong Che each held possession over half the world, her era had passed. They would never be the Emperor and the regent’s matches. At most, they were just sacrificing themselves without meaning.

  This powerless feeling made them feel defeated and on the verge of insanity! Someone stand up and scream!