I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Roar——!

Within the clouds, a true dragon with a golden body slowly emerged. Its massive form was unparalleled, its scales reflecting dazzling golden light under the sun. Its claws were sharp as blades, eyes blazing like torches, surrounded by dense dragon aura and a sacred majesty.

A luxurious gold chain was looped around the true dragon’s neck, linking it to a gigantic golden throne, entirely forged from gold. A canopy crowned the throne, with snow-white drapes hanging on all sides, gently swaying in the wind, faintly revealing a mysterious and majestic silhouette within.

On both sides of the true dragon’s carriage, hundreds of forbidden army soldiers in golden armor hovered in flight, each standing straight with glistening armor, emitting a piercing aura. All were at least at Tier Six strength, resembling the Immortal Palace Celestial Soldiers, guarding the true dragon’s carriage at its center.

However, the most eye-catching was undoubtedly the heroic figure in front of the true dragon’s carriage.

Unlike the pure gold armor of the other forbidden army soldiers, he wore a set of gold and red armor, with red patterns entwining the gold like flames, adding a heroic essence.

He stood tall and commanding, his features mature and resolute, with traces of time etched between his brows. His gaze was calm yet exuded an innate authority, holding a phoenix-winged golden halberd that gleamed with a cold light, emanating a commanding presence over the world.

The crowd’s eyes narrowed, especially those in the Beastman camp, who showed intense wariness and dread.

Such a divine martial person, there was only one in the entire Human Empire: the Supreme Commander of the Forbidden Guard Army, the mighty General Yu Wen Kai.

He was a genuine Tier Nine demi-god warrior and the emperor’s most trusted right-hand man.

The true dragon’s carriage moved slowly, finally hovering above the plaza, its dragon majesty growing stronger like an invisible wave sweeping the entire square.

Many of the weaker beastman warriors trembled, their qi and blood disturbed, unable to lift their heads, faces full of fear.

At this moment, the leader of the ancient Dragon Race stepped forward, emanating a similarly vast dragon majesty from his body to resist the true dragon’s pressure.

This relieved some pressure on the beastman camp, and the trembling warriors gradually steadied themselves.

Then, the canopy on the throne slightly rustled, prompting some forbidden army soldiers to carefully open the draped curtains.

A tall figure slowly stepped out from the throne, clad in a luxurious robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon. The fabric was exquisite, each inch exuding supreme nobility.

Despite the crow’s feet around his eyes revealing his age, they could not mask his remarkable bearing, clearly indicating he must have been a handsome man in his youth.

His eyes were like an abyss, or the vast cosmos, deep and commanding. The gaze swept across the plaza, instantly imposing a soul-deep oppression, making everyone involuntarily want to bow.

In an instant, everyone in the plaza bowed their heads, bodies slightly leaning forward, voices respectful and uniform, echoing through the square: "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Not only the human camp but even the usually unruly beastmen bowed slightly, with respectful expressions.

They might hold enmity towards humans, yet they had to pay the most basic respect to this ruler perched atop the cosmos’s throne, who ruled the Human Empire.

Qin Tian quietly raised his eyes, observing the emperor.

The emperor was named Ji Hao Xuan, the twenty-sixth ruler of the Human Empire.

When he ascended the throne, the Empire was amidst turbulent times of power transition: rebellions arose, divisions persisted; evil god followers rampaged, harming life; the beastman army frequently invaded borders, pillaging and plundering; internal noble houses schemed, hearts scattered, the entire Empire in chaos, on the brink of collapse.

However, as soon as Ji Hao Xuan ascended, he swiftly restored order with overwhelming force.

Internally, he proactively negotiated with the Eight Great Holy Blood Clans, setting aside past grievances, unifying internal forces, eradicating governmental corruption, and stabilizing the court;

Externally, his perceptiveness allowed him to appoint legendary generals like Marshal Lin and Marshal Lei, reorganizing the military, leading counterattacks against the Beastman Empire, shattering their military forces, and reclaiming vast territories.

Besides, under his leadership, the Empire’s various sectors flourished, the economy thrived, spiritual qi revived, and the populace lived peacefully.

Notably, the emperor himself was also a top-tier warrior, a genuine Tier Nine demi-god.

Under his governance and military prowess, the Empire suppressed both the Spirit Race and beastmen, reclaiming its former glory.

Thus, the outside world respectfully hailed Ji Hao Xuan as "Saint Martial Emperor," reflecting the highest esteem for his exceptional talent and strategic brilliance.

Qin Tian covertly sensed the emperor’s aura, vast like an abyss, yet within this immense energy, he keenly detected a faint, subtle aura of weakness and decay.

This aura was so faint, it was imperceptible to ordinary people, even if some were much stronger than Qin Tian, unless they intentionally searched, they would be hard-pressed to catch this subtle anomaly.

But with Qin Tian possessing the Immortal Sacred Body and having awakened the Night Emperor’s bloodline, the combined supreme talents elevated his perception above all others. Thus, he clearly captured this exceedingly obscure aura.

"Is he injured, or is it something else?"

Qin Tian subtly lowered his head, concealing the doubts in his eyes, silently speculating in his heart.

The emperor was a Tier Nine demi-god, wielding the supreme power of the Human Empire. What kind of entity could possibly harm him?