Zou Feng was currently fighting a bewitched Second Grade Sword Cultivator, and similar scenes of mutual slaughter and consumption were playing out all across this space.
「In the clearing before the gates of the Glazed Immortal Palace.」
Gongsun Xiang, the Emperor of Great Yan who had nearly been killed by Su Qingyu, was now shrouded in a sinister Ghost Qi, a desiccated corpse dangling from his hand.
"The heavens have spared me! I am truly the supreme being who embodies all the destiny of Great Yan!"
"The Eastern Land's Cultivation Realm? Immortal Venerables? So what? I will ascend the throne as the Immortal Emperor!"
Gongsun Xiang couldn't help but be swept up in his own arrogance.
After all, he had been facing certain death. But then, to everyone's surprise, the Glazed Immortal Palace suddenly appeared.
It not only saved Gongsun Xiang but also brought him the opportunity he had always dreamed of.
