Fated to Be an Emperor

Indeed, the peak experts of Grand Yan Immortal were no fools. When the situation was exposed, he had no choice but to flee, relying on his extraordinary speed, a confidence he had maintained, a risk he wouldn't have taken otherwise.

"God-Emperor Mo Long, Luo Hao is clearly stalling for time. Why don't we join forces and kill him first?" Jian Wushuang said urgently, unwilling to let the opportunity slip away, shouting to God-Emperor Mo Long, who was catching up behind them.

"Jian Wushuang, if you were just an ordinary Nine Revolutions, I wouldn't bother with you. Blame yourself for grasping the Ultimate Dao. Your threat is much stronger than Luo Hao's."

God-Emperor Mo Long's speed was astonishing. In an instant, he overtook Luo Hao and headed straight for Jian Wushuang.