After receiving the news that Han Yang returned to the secret realm of Zhujian Villa, he arrived at the capital of the Dali Dynasty so quickly.

All calculations have failed.

King Nanli felt cold all over his body.

"well……"

A sigh sounded.

An old man with a stooped figure and a pale face rose from the sky and appeared in front of Han Yang.

This old man is none other than the resident Martial Emperor of the Dali Dynasty, the Sword Emperor Song Tiandu.

Being named after the King of Swords shows how extraordinary he was when he was young.

There are more than hundreds of millions of sword warriors in Tianwu Continent!

But Song Tiandu is the emperor of swords!

The well-deserved number one swordsman.

His condition is much better than Luo Huang Luo Beihan, at least he is not half-dead.

"Demon King, no matter how many grievances the six great dynasties and the nine holy sects have with you, you...should not have lured the Martial Emperor from another world into Tianwu!"

Song Tiandu stood in the void, his body trembling slightly. In his turbid old eyes, there was no trace of the arrogance of the Emperor Wu, only the indifference of seeing through the changes in the world.

His body was on the verge of collapse.
Chapter completed!