"Oh? And why do you wish to submit to me?" Su Chen's smile carried a hint of playful amusement as he stared at Emperor Qing with interest.
"Young Master Su, I believe you are aware that the apocalypse of the Divine Martial Continent is fast approaching," Emperor Qing's expression turned solemn and grave.
Su Chen nodded. "Indeed. The Extraterrestrial Celestial Race could descend upon us at any moment. The apocalypse is inevitable."
"During the late period of the Ancient Era, not only did human Martial Cultivators face invasions from the Celestial Race, but the Monster Beast Clan did as well."
"Furthermore, the Monster Beast Clan understands the terror of the Celestial Race better than humans do."
"I, Emperor Qing, do not believe I possess enough power to lead the Buddha Domain through this apocalyptic catastrophe."
"By bringing all the demon beasts of the Buddha Domain to submit to Young Master Su, I am gambling. If the gamble pays off, at least the Buddha Domain might survive."
