"Long Yan, if you really think that relying on Dragon God Ancient City, you can threaten This Emperor, that's a joke,"
Emperor Ye said coldly, his expression also becoming gloomy. Up until now, only Long Yan had pushed him to this point.
"The Wangchuan Family and Death God Pavilion mean nothing to me; my real identity is that of a Spokesperson!"
Emperor Ye asserted, pausing between each word, each syllable icy and piercing as if it came from Under Nine Nether.
The identity of Spokesperson of the Demon Clan was his greatest secret. Besides those he controlled, he did not want anyone to know, but today Long Yan forced him, compelling him to utilize the power of the Demon Clan.
The Demon Clan was truly Emperor Ye's real reliance.
"Emperor Ye, you really are the Spokesperson!"
Long Yan had long suspected this, after all, a Spokesperson is no ordinary character. Across the imperial area, there were few he could not see through, and Emperor Ye was one of them.
