Over the Palace of the Extreme Palace, two confrontational parties stand empty, one is the owner of the Palace of the Extreme Palace, Yanluo of the Southern Palace, and the other is the two masters of the Three Sects of the Holy City of the Magic Land.

"Nangong younger generation, see our predecessors faster come forward to salute!" The voice of the Emperor of the Qingzong Emperor's ascension to Heaven sounded like a thunderstorm over the whole three cities of the Holy Palace. It was obvious that he was in Liwei.

Nangong Yanluo clenched his teeth, squinted faintly, and beautifully peered around the two decent-looking fellows opposite him. But suddenly...