Firmament Saint Emperor

Zhou Han looked up. On the main seat of the hall was a middle-aged man in a dragon robe. His aura was gentle, mixed with a trace of the domineering aura of an Emperor.

Around him, there was a powerful aura. Inexplicably invisible energy kept surging.

The other party's identity was obvious. He was the Firmament Saint Emperor.

"Saint Emperor, you flatter me!" Zhou Han cupped his hands and said with a smile.

Since the Firmament Saint Emperor had expressed goodwill, Zhou Han would not put on airs.

"You're neither arrogant nor rash. Your future is promising!" The Firmament Saint Emperor praised. Then, he began to introduce.

"Everyone! Everyone saw it today. This is Zhou Han, who has recently become famous in the world! He challenged the heroes of the world in the Ten Thousand Dragon Ruins alone!"

The people present were all from the various large factions in the Firmament Imperial City. Many people had naturally heard of Zhou Han.