Ge Qianqiu, Pseudo-Emperor!
The Pseudo-Emperor moved, blocking the deadly attack of the Lord of Death, saving Ling Han.
"Ge Qianqiu, you are seeking your own death." An incredibly cold voice rang out in space. It was emotionless, as if all other living beings were nothing but stray dogs.
This was definitely the Great Emperor who had attacked. It was just that they didn't know who he was.
Ge Qianqiu's face was slightly flushed. After all, he had blocked the attack of a Great Emperor. Even if he was a Pseudo-Emperor, so what? How could it possibly be easy?
"What joy is there in life? What bitterness would death hold?" He laughed loudly, "You Great Emperors should have died long ago, yet have used evil techniques to live to this day!"
"Mere mortals, what do you know!" This Great Emperor said calmly, "Taking into account the fact that you have cultivated to the level of Pseudo-Emperor with much difficulty, I will give you a chance. Leave immediately, and I will spare your life!"
