"Does it really matter who I am?" Li Zhoujun faced the War Demon Emperor, who had appeared with an invincible aura, and spoke with a nonchalant expression.

Clearly, Li Zhoujun knew that the other party already regarded him as a formidable opponent of the same level.

This person could face my father with such ease. Could it be true, as my father said, that he is an Immortal Emperor?

Zhan Lan watched the scene unfold, feeling as if she had just brushed past the gates of hell.