“Lord Goyo, what’s going on with your path kings and war saints?” Emperor Cosimeon spoke first. “They’ve been beaten so badly, why are they still holding on?”

“There’s a saying, ‘A strong general has no weak soldiers.’” Emperor Stavros said with a hint of schadenfreude, “Perhaps Lord Goyo has his reasons.”

Hearing this, Lord Goyo became even more anxious and looked at James again. “James, that’s enough.”

At these words, the gathered gods all paused in surprise.

Lesia, standing behind James, spoke slowly, “Hampton Samir, if you had said this earlier, perhaps this sparring wouldn’t have happened.”

Hearing the name Hampton Samir, Lord Goyo trembled and looked at Lesia in shock. “You...”

Lesia raised her head fearlessly. “Isn’t it so?”

“Who exactly are you?” Lord Goyo narrowed his eyes into slits. “Few know my true name in the Greater Realms.”

“You hold yourself too high. Who dares call you by your name?” Lesia said arrogantly. “In front of our master, you’d better not put