Just as Deng Yuchun and his companions had left that piece of primitive jungle.
Immediately, on the Nanzhou Continent, amidst a magnificent group of palaces, a young man sat atop a cliff, looking up towards the horizon, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Sitting here on the cliff, he could take in the thousands of miles of scenery within the tribe up ahead, all in one glance.
This place was one of the most powerful tribes on the Southern Continent, known as the Emperor Tribe.
The strength of the Emperor Tribe seemed to surpass even the Sword Pavilion Clan.
"It seems Deng Yuchun and his group have started to appear again on the Nanzhou Continent!"
"Humph, ridiculous, such a trivial Divine Sect dares to dream of ruling Under Heaven!"
The young man sneered disdainfully.
At this moment, behind the young man, a young girl flew in on a crane, landing softly, she bowed and said: "Did the Son of Prince call for me?"
