Elder Xingchen frowned slightly and snorted coldly, "You're courting death!"
Just by not concealing his pressure, Qin Chen and others were having a hard time. After all, he was a genuine Emperor-to-be.
In this era when no one in the great cosmic had become a great emperor, quasi-emperors were the strongest. They were literally below one person and above tens of thousands of people. They were invincible and had supreme power.
This terrifying pressure surged toward everyone like a tidal wave, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.
"Attack!" Qin Chen roared in anger. He no longer had a choice but to kill this old undying bastard.
So what if the other party was a quasi-emperor?
He had killed more than ten quasi-emperors!
Now, Qin Chen still had a trump card in his hand. It was not impossible to kill the opponent.
