Within the deepest hall of the Emperor Palace.
Emperor Tianhen's fingers pinched the dragon throne carved by dozens of craftsmen over a month.
The patterns on the dragon throne had completely distorted.
Had it not been for the throne being forged from an extraordinary metallic material,
It might have already been crushed by Emperor Tianhen.
His eyes, fierce as a wrathful dragon, stared directly at the black-robed man kneeling below.
The black-robed man was almost prostrate on the ground, his body continuously trembling.
He, a Nine-star Battle Saint Peak Level,
did not even dare to lift his head in front of Emperor Tianhen,
especially at this moment when the dragon's face was furiously angry.
The slightest carelessness could cost him his life.
"What did you say? Say it again," Emperor Tianhen spoke again, his voice laden with boundless fury.
"Xing Tu... Xing Tu's Soul Jade Pendant has shattered," the black-robed man anxiously said.
