The sound echoed through the entire martial arts field like thunder, and everyone stopped to look towards the source of the noise except for Qin Han and the Six Freaks of Heaven and Earth, who were still in a deadlock.
Qin Han did not turn around, but a smile emerged at the corners of his mouth.
At this moment, atop the grand building of the martial arts field, the Divine Emperor stood resolute, with his hands clasped behind his back, and a gaze filled with a disdain for heaven and earth, overlooking everyone below.
"I'm not dead yet! What are you panicking for? Is this what the Divine Dragon Society has come to after centuries of legacy?"
The Divine Emperor looked at the crowd, his stern face showing no sign of emotion.
"It's the Divine Emperor!"
"The Divine Emperor isn't dead!"
Shen Dianshan looked up, and there was the Divine Emperor, no longer sickly but looking reinvigorated and staring right back at him.
