Sacred True Martial, Heavenly Calamity Emperor

"Don't talk about that senior."

Han Tuo frowned and instructed. Yi Tian was always rude. If he offended that mighty figure, he couldn't protect him. Even the Evil Heavenly Emperor had to be polite to that mighty figure and did not dare to offend him.

Yi Tian curled his lips and he did not continue. He only sighed.

The Heavenly Court army continued forward.

At the same time.

Outside the netherworld, in the city of the Calamity Race.

Divine Lord Peacock sat in the quiet palace. Sensing something, he suddenly opened his eyes.

A gust of wind blew towards him. The door was clearly closed and there were no windows.

Divine Lord Peacock's eyes narrowed as an invisible aura dispersed the strange wind in front of him.

"I was wondering who it was. So it's you, Sacred True Martial. What? You're also here to attack the Heavenly Dao?" Divine Lord Peacock mocked.