C1893 Chapter 1893

Hua Hsing's gaze swept over the two Divine Emperors, and a smirk of disdain played on his lips. This was the familiar style of the South Tomb Sword Palace.

"Dao Ping and the Divine Emperor will not have died in vain. You, World Destructing Divine Emperor, will pay with your life. And you, you must be... huh?" Before the Purple-Robed Divine Emperor could finish speaking, he suddenly paused