"Foolish child!" A sigh suddenly rang out in the great hall.
In the next moment, Di Xin's figure appeared before the two brothers. When he looked at Yin Hong, his eyes held both heartache and deep pride.
When the two brothers saw Di Xin arrive, they hurried forward and bowed. "Father, Fath—cough, cough, Father."
Yin Jiao's voice was sonorous, but Yin Hong could not stop coughing. Di Xin's eyes filled with concern, and he hurried forward to help Yin Hong up.
The mana of a Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal rapidly poured into Yin Hong's body, temporarily stabilizing the injury caused by the backlash of Fortune.
Yin Jiao could not bear to see this either. He looked at Di Xin and spoke with a hint of pleading.
"Father, persuade my younger brother. If this continues, he may become the first Human Emperor to die from the backlash of Fortune."
Di Xin looked at Yin Hong. "Hong'er, as the Human Emperor, you have already done very well. It is time to set this burden down for a while!"
This Human Emperor Di Xin, who regarded everything with contempt and looked down upon all the heroes, finally revealed a rare tender side when facing his own son.
Mana from the same source and at the Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal realm entered Yin Hong's body, and he finally felt much more comfortable.
He slowly straightened his back and looked at the two of them with an incomparably resolute gaze. "Father, Brother, there is no need to persuade me anymore."
"This is the duty I must fulfill as the Human Emperor. I will hold on until the Human Emperor Contest produces a result."
"This injury looks serious, but once I relinquish the position of Human Emperor, it will be easy to treat."
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