"I am Erlang Shen, Manifesting Saint of the True Divine, under the Holy Emperor of Qin!"
Yang Jian stood tall and laughed heartily, his voice like thunder, carrying far and wide, making adventurers in the distance exchange bewildered looks, even the Night Emperor, in a far-off place, faintly heard it.
Under the Holy Emperor, Erlang Shen?
Who is this Holy Emperor?
And what divine presence is Erlang Shen?
The Night Emperor furrowed his brows; he had not yet heard of the title Holy Emperor of Qin, and even if he had, he wouldn't link the two together.
One is a prodigy, and the other a top-notch powerhouse; their levels are entirely different!
"Holy Emperor? Are you referring to yourself?"
Liu Ruolai asked Qin Jun curiously, her first thought being of the Holy Emperor of Qin, whose defeat of Dongfang Ji had made him explosively famous among the younger generation.
