"Who the hell are you?"The severed-hand immortal King roared in anger, struggling with all his might. He was extremely angry and had a guilty conscience.
He was an immortal king after all, yet he was actually lifted up by someone and couldn't move at all. It was as though he was dealing with someone who was several levels weaker than him.
The only one stronger than an immortal king was an emperor.
This simple-looking old man was an emperor?
The broken-armed immortal King felt a chill in his heart when he thought of this. No matter what, he wasn't a match for an immortal king.
Ye Sheng, who was watching from within the immortal court, also fell into a state of shock.
Wasn't this old man too fierce?