The old Emperor Rong hung his eyelids low, standing silently next to Bai Shang.
However, his hand gripping the Black Blade betrayed him.
This was the instinct of a Swordman.
Even though he was already controlled and lost his self-awareness, his body would still react to the surrounding environment.
Three Saint shadows.
An unparalleled genius perfectly matching three Supreme Treasures.
Han Zhan, who ascended to the Divine Realm, looked gently at Bai Shang, and she seemed to be suffering from the weight of a mountain, making her unable to move!
Next to him, the old Emperor Rong, gripping the Black Blade, had his body crackling at this instant.
The popping sound was his body resisting the pressure from Han Zhan.
Even though the old Emperor Rong was powerful, he had not yet reached the Divine Level; there was still a gap between him and a divine being.
Han Zhan raised his right hand.
