C764 The Black Hand Behind the Curtains Had Revealed Itself.

The Grand Shang Empire, the Capital of Morning Song.

The spiritual fluctuations of the Quasi-Emperor experts were trembling violently. There was a hint of indescribable panic in their hearts. It was nothing much for the Verbal Emperor. There were hundreds of millions of martial artists in the city of Morning Song. Every day, even every hour, there would be someone who was a Verbal Emperor