"I agree."
As the crowd fell silent, the ninth Emperor Xia stood up, surveyed everyone, and expressed his stance.
"This time, the Rizhao Empire and we are at a death duel, and only one side can survive."
"In that case, we must strike first and crush them with absolute strength!"
The ninth Emperor Xia, before stepping down, was a professional military strategist, having commanded wars involving up to 300,000 troops.
And the opponent was precisely the Rizhao Empire.
To speak frankly, these past Emperors Xia all have had some conflicts with the Rizhao Empire to varying degrees.
The two empires have been at odds for hundreds of thousands of years, and grievances have never ceased.
Ending up like this seems like a fixed outcome.
Life and death, it was bound to happen sooner or later.
If Xia Feng hadn't intervened in stopping Yun Zhonghe from becoming a god, the Imperial Capital might have been reduced to ruins by now.
"I also agree."
"I have no objections."
