The White-Browed King's Misery

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

The Purple Gold Emperor's birthday banquet had also ended the day before.

Inside the main hall.

The Purple Gold Emperor fell into deep thought as he watched Li Zhōujūn sitting up front, still drinking wine and eating meat.

"Brother Azure Emperor, aren't you leaving?" the Purple Gold Emperor asked.

"Are you really hoping I'll leave?" Li Zhōujūn countered.

"How could I? Hahaha..." the Purple Gold Emperor said with a hollow laugh.

Li Zhōujūn seemed to see through his insincerity and said with a smile, "Don't worry. I won't stay here too long."

The Purple Gold Emperor gave an awkward smile and said nothing more.

But just then, a black streak of light suddenly flew in from outside the main hall and shot toward the Purple Gold Emperor with lightning speed.

The Purple Gold Emperor's expression tightened, and he waved a hand to intercept the black streak of light.

The moment the Purple Gold Emperor spread open his palm, several black characters appeared upon it.

"Three days from now, a battle at Yantian Mountain. We shall decide life and death, as well as superiority?" The Purple Gold Emperor slowly read the words on his palm. When his voice fell, he clenched his hand, and the black characters instantly vanished like smoke into thin air.

Li Zhōujūn had naturally heard what the Purple Gold Emperor was muttering, but he still had roasted chicken in his mouth that he hadn't finished chewing, so he said nothing.

The Purple Gold Emperor's brows knitted tightly. Then he looked at Li Zhōujūn. "Azure Emperor, do you think I should go?"

Li Zhōujūn was stunned. "What do you think?"

"This person managed to deliver this message right before my eyes without me noticing. His strength is definitely no