The middle-aged man's eyes widened. He looked at his sunken chest and felt a terrifying aura of death.
He had slept in the ancient bronze coffin for thousands of years. He could be considered as someone who had died once.
This time, he had almost brushed shoulders with the God of Death. He was both shocked and furious.
"Who are you?"
The middle-aged man could not confirm the identity of Feng Hao and Prometheus.
His tone was gentle, but he thought that he had no enmity with Feng Hao.
Didn't it mean that there was room for negotiation since there was no enmity between them?
"Don't care who we are. I'll just ask you one thing. Are you going to die or not!"
Prometheus glared at the middle-aged man. His blue eyes seemed to carry a great magical power. The middle-aged man nodded stiffly. "Fine, I'll die …"
But as soon as he finished speaking, he quickly shook his head. "No, you can't … This Divine Lord slept for thousands of years just to fuse with him. I definitely won't die."
Boom!!
After the middle-aged man regained his senses, he roughly knew that Feng Hao and Prometheus wanted to kill him.
So he did not waste any words. Taking advantage of the moment when Feng Hao and Prometheus were dazed, he grabbed the injured Qin Huang and jumped into the ancient bronze coffin.
Whoosh!
Then, eighteen chains of different colors coiled around the coffin like ivy, emitting a mysterious aura.
"The aura of these chains … shouldn't be from this world. It's something soaked in the Asura Hell of the Heavenly Realm …"
As soon as Prometheus touched it, his finger was scorched with a sizzling sound.
It was not the high temperature, but the substance on the chains. It was fatal to Prometheus.
"Are you alright?" Feng Hao asked worriedly.
He took a step forward and grabbed Prometheus' hand. Then, he looked at Prometheus' finger that was scorched by the chains and blew at it …
Whoosh …
But as soon as he blew, Feng Hao was stunned.
"Why should I blow? She's not an ordinary person … why do I care about her so much? "
Feng Hao had countless questions in his mind. He did not even understand why he would blow …
This seemed to be an ambiguous thing that only couples would do.
"Can you … give this Holy Lord some face? Pull the chains with all your strength … Do you think you can kill me by flirting?"
Inside the ancient bronze coffin, the middle-aged man's smug voice rang out.
Although he had encountered two powerhouses that he couldn't afford to offend, he could still afford to hide.
Lying in the ancient bronze coffin and absorbing the Source of the World of the Qin Emperor of the Chaotic World, Jing Jiu felt that he was about to ascend again.
"Eh, this is very comfortable … This is not a loss at all."
The middle-aged man had an intoxicated expression on his face. Then … when he opened his eyes and looked at the coffin lid, he was stunned.
Where did the f * cking bronze coffin lid go?
Where were the eighteen chains that had been soaked in the Asura Hell? Did anyone come and tell me?
Why … would the handsome face of this young man in casual clothes appear in front of him …
Yes.
The middle-aged man thought that he would be able to escape with the eighteen chains inside the bronze oddity.
Prometheus was indeed greatly affected, because the Asura Celestial Race that she belonged to had a hostile relationship with the Asura Hell, the Heavenly Prison of the Divine Realm …
Therefore, these chains that had been soaked in the Asura Hell were very lethal to the Celestial Race experts.
But not Feng Hao. To him, these chains were only a few times bigger than usual.
Not to mention a few times bigger, even if they were ten times bigger, Feng Hao could easily tear them apart.
Inside the ancient bronze coffin, the middle-aged man in a dragon robe held the Qin Emperor of the Chaotic World, who had almost been sucked dry, with an awkward smile on his face …
"Return the coffin lid to me, and then … can I trouble you to close it for me?"
The middle-aged man didn't want to wake up now. He felt that he could still sleep for a while.
This period of time was somewhat dangerous.
Unexpectedly, existences at the level of Feng Hao and Prometheus had appeared.
"What do you think?"
Fenghao sneered coldly. He stretched out his hand and lifted the middle-aged man up. The latter was frightened out of his wits.
Someone as powerful as him had actually encountered such a terrifying existence.
"Everything can be discussed. This Solitude did not harm the innocent …"
The middle-aged man's cowardice was very timely. In terms of shamelessness, he was comparable to the Fire Qilin and the Bull Demon King.
"This is not a matter of harm. Before this, wouldn't it have been better if you had been lying on the ground peacefully?"
"But now, you've jumped out and said that you want to rule over the world. Where have you placed this Emperor?"
Feng Hao could almost confirm the middle-aged man's identity.
Although he was Qin Shihuang, he was an expert in the Divine Realm who was working hard to become a Divine Lord.
How could Fenghao allow the middle-aged man to leave the underground palace when it was filled with danger and uncertainty?
"If you had appeared earlier, perhaps … this Divine Lord would have seriously considered waking up. But it's too late now …"
The middle-aged man smiled.
Fortunately, his attitude was very good. Otherwise, with Feng Hao's personality, he would have already trampled on Qin Shihuang.
Rubbing on the smooth floor.
"That's fine. This Emperor will just kill you again …"
Feng Hao did not know whether to laugh or cry. He had thought that this Divine Lord of the Divine Realm would be formidable, but who would have thought … that he would be as timid as a mouse.
Perhaps there was a saying that the harder it was to obtain something, the more one would treasure it like their own life.
When Qin Emperor Ying Zheng heard Fenghao's words, he was so scared that all the hairs on his body stood up …
Just kill me again.
"Don't be rash. Tell me … what conditions will you let me go?"
After all, the middle-aged man had not completely learned the Primordial Qin Shihuang's origin energy. However, there was no longer any arrogance on his face.
At this juncture of life and death, he was extremely focused, all for the sake of survival.
If he was going to die immediately after waking up, he might as well continue sleeping.
"You're starting to negotiate with this Emperor?"
Feng Hao sneered coldly.
"I wouldn't dare …"
The middle-aged man climbed out of the bronze coffin and tossed Qin Shihuang, who was still hanging on to his last breath, in front of Feng Hao like a dead dog.
"I didn't kill him. I know that you're here for him …"
After absorbing the origin energy, the middle-aged man had intended to kill Qin Shihuang. However, after seeing Feng Hao and Prometheus, he was glad that he had left him as a shield …
Puff!
However, just as he finished speaking, Fenghao, who clearly had a smile on his face, appeared in front of him at an unknown time.
Another punch flew out …
He felt as if his internal organs had been punched out. The origin energy of the Primordial World seemed to have encountered the Heavens and Earth. It was so frightened that it did not dare to show its head …
"What's going on? Why can't this Divine Lord use the Primordial World's energy? "
The middle-aged man held his chest and looked at Feng Hao in a daze.
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