The current Martial Emperor, who ascended to the throne at twenty-three and ruled for twenty years, was therefore forty-three years old.
Yet the Royal Grand Tributor, who had topped the heavenly ranking, had been doing so for more than a full cycle of sixty years.
Logically speaking, these two should not be the same person.
But Zhong Shenxiu was absolutely certain of his judgment.
Although the opponent was dressed in a dragon robe and appeared middle-aged in looks and Qi-Blood, the spirit of a Great Grandmaster emanated unmistakably from him.
Even more, the opponent, like himself, had already touched the threshold of transcending the world, also a top-notch expert who was half a step from shattering the void!
Zhong Shenxiu pressed his brow, feeling a stab of pain in his temples.
The inspiration caught those originally blurry images, which became increasingly clear.
It was still this palace, but there were two main characters.
