Haha, you still want to catch the Imperial Weapon with your bare hands?
Who do you think you are?
A Great Emperor?
What a joke!
Zhang Yu smirked coldly. Had he overestimated his own abilities, or was he feeling too good about himself?
'Die… F*ck!'
Zhang Yu's eyes almost popped out of her head. His mouth was half-gaping, and even his tongue seemed to be tied in a knot.
'Holy f*ck!'
What had he seen?
The Imperial Weapon, the Sea Divine Halberd, was actually grasped by Ling Han.
Was this an illusion?
Right, right, right. It must be.
Before his death, Ling Han had used an illusion to confuse him. Thus, after a while, this guy would die, and the illusion would disappear.
Yi, why was it like this?
The corner of Zhang Yu's mouth twitched. The aura of a Pseudo-Emperor was majestic, and he suddenly came back to his senses.
This wasn't a f*cking illusion. It was a nightmare!
"You, you, how is this possible!" His voice was trembling.
