"Qin Emperor?"
Nangong Yanran heard this, her face puzzled, clearly not familiar with the title.
Xiao Chen, however, seemed contemplative, as if making some connections.
Whoosh!
A figure flashed.
Wan Hong, who had been struck, quickly returned, positioning himself in front of Xiao Chen and Nangong Yanran.
After all, he was an Immortal Emperor. Although injured by the strike from the Qin Emperor, he was not so easily defeated.
"Was that move not enough to make you realize the gap between us?"
The Qin Emperor looked coldly at Wan Hong, speaking in a detached tone.
"No, that move made me deeply aware of the huge gap between us. Had you not shown mercy, my survival would have been doubtful!"
Wan Hong spoke earnestly.
He realized that the Qin Emperor had slightly eased his killing intent at the last moment, otherwise, even if he had not died, he would have been severely injured, with no chance to stand here and talk.
