The moment the old man appeared, the 16 fortresses boiled over instantly.
Millions of human warriors soared into the surrounding area, each paying their respects.
In the eyes of all the powerful figures, there was nothing but deep reverence.
It was a respect that came from the heart.
In the entire field, only two people remained upright.
One was naturally the old man; the other was the woman standing beside Xiao Yi.
The woman, as usual, lazily yawned and stood with her hands behind her, showing little emotional fluctuation despite the old man's arrival.
At that moment, the old man descended from the sky to the very top of the spectators' seats.
The Eight Emperors hurriedly stepped back a few paces.
"Divine Martial King," the Seven Emperors said as they bowed.
"My King," only Emperor Yee used a different title.
The Divine Martial King, the monarch of the Flame Martial Kingdom from hundreds of years ago.
