Chapter 690: Rescuing the Holy Son of Tianfu

In Eastern Daozhou, Dao Ding Palace? Never heard of them, and Ye Han didn't care to. In the ancient battlefield, everything depended solely on one's strength. "Hand it over, or die!" Han moved through the air as if teleporting. In the blink of an eye, he appeared above the head of the third-tier Martial Emperor. "I'm giving you five breaths—one, two, three..." "I'll give it to you!" A fearful, trembling voice rang out, and a Divine Ranking Seal was immediately offered to Han. With a flick of...