"Evil Emperor, Mad Emperor, how about this seat render you both a helping hand?"
Just when the Evil Emperor and Mad Emperor were in a dilemma, a figure came from afar. In a few steps, he had already arrived not far away.
The person was a middle-aged man, nearly forty years old, wearing a golden robe, of average stature, tons of momentum invisibly spreading out. Without a doubt, he was also a strong one, with a strength not inferior to that of the Evil Emperor and Mad Emperor.
"Di Hao, what tricks are you trying to play? Do you think I am unaware of your intentions, ignoble as they may be?"
The Mad Emperor let out a light humph. He did not believe that the other party had such good intentions. At this moment, it would be good if Di Hao did not add insult to injury.
The man in the golden robe was called Di Hao, a strong independent cultivator standing at the peak of Emperor Realm.
"Di Hao!"
