The two kings of Culture and Martial had emerged!
At this moment, the myriad races were terrified.
Even though the Martial King's displayed strength seemed to be only second-tier, and he appeared seriously injured, who would dare underestimate the two kings of Culture and Martial?
Even after so many years, everyone still feared them!
With only the Human Emperor present, fear was fear, but the Human Emperor alone found it difficult to hold up this patch of sky. He could only defend what already existed.
The King of Culture, however, was even more unscrupulous than the Human Emperor.
At this moment, Su Yu walked forward in small steps, a faint smile always on his face. He chuckled. "What's wrong? Weren't you all shouting about killing and fighting earlier, saying you wanted to destroy my human race?"
"Why... have you suddenly stopped?"
Su Yu's voice was ethereal and casual, as though he were merely chatting about household matters.
Yet across from him, the Nether Emperor and the others all looked incomparably grave.
In the middle stood the Human Emperor's physical body.
Yet at this moment, even the Human Emperor's body seemed to have come to a standstill.
"Why not just beat them to death? You want to chat with them for a while longer again?"
The Martial Emperor's voice rang out, as reckless as ever. He was pretending to be the Martial King, and it had to be said—he was flawlessly convincing!
"A brute was still a brute!"
Su Yu laughed. Suddenly, a brush appeared in his hand. Looking at the Nether Emperor, Su Yu chuckled. "How about we play a game? Your strength has improved rather quickly. You're much stronger than back then. I'll tap you once with my brush. If you don't die, I won't kill you today. What