Wu Ping

Duan Ling Tian's expression remained indifferent when faced with the Mansion Master of the Divine Spirit Mansion. Although he had won the fight earlier, he was still calm as though nothing had happened. However, it was impossible for him to be completely unaffected. After all, he was just a rudimentary Emperor of Gods who had just broken through recently.

At the same time, the two old men standing behind the Mansion Master of the Divine Spirit Mansion, who were intermediate Emperors of Gods, looked at Duan Ling Tian with eyes that burned with hostility.