"Are you angry?"
Standing with hands behind his back on the chain, facing the overwhelming pressure from eighty Thunder Magic True Monarchs, Su Buqing's expression did not waver in the slightest. He chuckled softly, spreading his arms:
"In that case, let's recreate the epic battle of the Middle Ancient Era today. Let us test if you juniors can match your ancestors."
The chilling aura of the Nether swept tumultuously, and one could see figures with cold expressions and amber eyes, as if emerging from Hell, slowly appearing on the black-red chains.
"Brothers, it's been a long time."
Looking at the gradually appearing figures, Su Buqing raised his hand with a smile and greeted softly.
"The resurrection of the divine artifact? Buqing, was it you?"
