"Xun Zhizang! Su Yanhua!"
The Dragon Emperor was filled with disbelief and astonishment when he saw the two men emerging from the mist, almost dropping the Purple Dragon Sword in his hands.
Staring dumbfoundedly at them, cold sweat was pouring from his forehead.
Xun Zhizang sneered coldly, "Long Lingxiao, it's been a long time."
The Dragon Emperor exclaimed, "You didn't die!"
Su Yanhua replied coldly, "We wouldn't dare to go down to meet Yama ourselves until we send you there with our own hands."
The Dragon Emperor said coldly, "Hmph, I never thought you two old fools would dare show up in the East Continent after surviving the Kunxu disaster. Aren't you afraid of the Ancient Immortal Sect and the Central Holy Nation hunting you down?"
Xun Zhizang and Su Yanhua shared a dark look, their faces revealing a touch of cold seriousness.
