The Emperor’s Seat quickly retreated backward. Fortunately, he was not in shackles, so he could use a little bit of his divine power. The problem was that using it was difficult, as he had spent a long time in prison. The same way muscles atrophied with disuse, the ability to use divine power declined if it was not exercised regularly.0

More importantly, Richardus had grown abnormally powerful after eating Sangwon and the other Bloodless Hell prisoners. As a result, even the brief moment in which the Emperor’s Seat was unable to use his divine power properly turned into a golden opportunity for him.0

“I see…”0

Paah!0

“…that you’ve gotten very weak,” Richardus said as he instantly appeared in front of the Emperor’s Seat, reaching for his head.0

Paaaah.0

A pool of bloody red light spread out from the center of Richardus’ palm as he prepared to rip the Emperor’s Seat to pieces.0

“…!” The memory of the day he had been defeated by Richardus and lost his seat of ‘Tian Shi Yuan’ crossed the mind of the Emperor’s Seat, and he shut his eyes tightly. It was evident that his resistance would be futile; if this was his destined end, he decided to accept it.0

After all, to the Emperor’s Seat, Richardus was still his dear son. His son was airing a grievance, so he did not want to dismiss...0