Little Ye covered his chest, and with a 'wa', he spat out blood madly.
He had only been scraped by the aftermath, but just how terrifying was the might of a Great Emperor?
Actually, this was still because it was him. If it was any other Pseudo-Emperor, he would have been insta-killed.
"Damn guy!" Little Ye revealed a twisted expression, "Ling Han, do you think you can stop me? After I obtain the essence of Death, killing trash like you will only take one move!"
Ling Han couldn't help but be startled, "F***, you are that old Divine Beast!"
No, he should be called a doppelganger of the old Divine Beast.
Sure enough, that old geezer didn't just set things up in the Primitive Abyss, but also stretched out his hand to the outside world.
"There will definitely not be a day when you become Emperor!" Little Ye said balefully, almost as if he was speaking a curse.
"Hehe." Ling Han didn't say anything, and simply threw a punch.
