The quasi-immortal comes to drink, the emperor pays homage, and all races surrender

In his eyes, the brilliance of the ultimate sword intent was flickering, and the terrifying aura was soaring into the sky, causing the sky to collapse.

When he slowly restrained his momentum, at this time, his cultivation base had reached the half-step Emperor Realm.

At this time, it is unclear how powerful his strength is, but among his peers, perhaps only Ye Wu and others are worthy of a fight with him.

But compared to Martial Sage, it is still a lot worse.

Martial Sage is the ceiling of the vast world, a symbol of invincibility.

Perhaps after their cultivation base came to the late stage of the Happy Realm, they would be eligible for the first battle, but now they couldn't do it.

Ye Chen slowly opened his own eyes and looked in a certain direction.

In front of him, a terrifying brilliance continued to riot.

Ye Qingcheng was still bathed in Heavenly Dao empowerment, and countless insights came to his mind.

Boom!