The two Emperors finally witnessed the perfect fusion of the Formation, something even their Imperial Palaces couldn't achieve. A barren land transformed into an idyllic paradise; the True Martial Saint was truly terrifying.
Ling Tianyu and his companions naturally knew the two Emperors had arrived, invited by Han Zhe. Since they were here, meeting them was acceptable.
Ling Tianyu was indifferent about it, whether they met or not didn't matter. If it came to conflict, they would simply fight.
"They're here." Zhu Wushuang smiled as he saw the arrivals.
Ling Tianyu also noticed them and lifted his teacup to drink.
"How are you, Emperors?" The Madman was the first to speak, his words laced with sarcasm. The domains were given by them, handled here, an effortless task.
Now that it's come to this, they must be feeling uncomfortable.
This discomfort was naturally a welcome sight.
