The great fire blazed fiercely, accompanied by the screams of two people, and in a short while, their faces were unrecognizable from the burning.
At this moment, footsteps were heard nearby.
Xu Zimei did not turn back but knew that the Holy Emperor he had arranged to meet should have arrived.
"The Robbery Immortal Domain is full of Mountain Ghosts, they are allowed to exist by the Holy Court," said the voice from behind, speaking slowly.
"The ancestor of the first generation of Mountain Ghosts once served as a Child Servant to the Holy Ancestor, hoping that the Holy Ancestor could give the Mountain Ghosts a way out."
"A race that only knows how to take, does it really need to exist?" Xu Zimei asked.
He turned his head and saw clearly the face of the Holy Emperor.
He was wearing a dragon-shaped purple robe.
On the purple robe was a coiled Five-clawed Golden Dragon, looking fierce and terrifying.
This Holy Emperor was a middle-aged man.
