An Emperor Near Death

What a domineering old man.

Nan Feng was slightly startled.

From Di Wusheng's tone, Nan Feng could tell that he was not being polite.

He really wanted to take on all three of them alone!

So cocky!

One person against three Chosen Ones, and they were among the best of the Chosen Ones at that. Where did he get the nerve?

What Nan Feng did not know was that Di Wusheng was thinking: If all three of you come at me together, I can blow myself up and take three with me.

In the final battle of his life, achieving the perfect record of one for three—who the hell would not call that awesome?

Maybe he would even be recorded in the Ancient Book...

Thinking of this, the corners of Di Wusheng's mouth lifted slightly into a smile.

To Nan Feng and the other two, this was simply a display of absolute confidence.

Nan Feng thought to himself: Could Di Wusheng, like the current Emperor, be a peerless genius seen only once in ten thousand years? Could every generation's Emperor be monsters like this?

That would be terrifying.

Each one would be invincible at the same level and slaughter enemies above their level. How could the other two nations possibly withstand that?

After pondering for a moment, Long Wudi slowly spoke. "This is a matter for the capital. Brother Feng, Brother Xiao, do not interfere. Let me handle it."

Nan Feng and Xiao Luo exchanged a glance, nodded, and retreated.

They could tell that Long Wudi was extremely confident in defeating Di Wusheng and did not need their help.

Besides... if the three of them joined forces to gang up on an old man who was nearly skin and bones, it would be a bit like bullying him.

Would the