Facing Feng Taixu's surrender, Lu Yu had no intention of accepting it.
Lu Yu raised his hand and flicked his finger, and there was a crisp sound in the void, as if a huge force was coming overwhelmingly.
"No!"
Feng Taixu was shocked. He never thought that a peerless strong man like himself would be willing to surrender, but Lu Yu actually refused to recruit him.
With a roar, the power was like a real dragon crossing the border, sweeping across thousands of armies. All the protective means on Feng Taixu were shattered by this powerful force, and they were reduced to nothing even if they had no ability to stop him.
Feng Taixu was horrified and turned around to run away, but at this moment Lu Yu punched him again.
Poof!
Another fierce punch hit him hard, this one hit him completely, without any luck, Feng Taixu was still in mid-air, and it turned into blood mist and scattered in all directions.
"I really shouldn't have provoked him!"
Before he died, Feng Taixu suddenly felt a flash of regret in his heart.
If he had not come over, he would still be the peerless strong man hidden in the world, but once he dies now, all eternity will be in vain!
Boom!
With a loud noise, Lu Yu's golden handprint suddenly fell, crushing Feng Taixu's soul and turning it into nothingness.
A generation of ghost kings fell like this.
Lu Yu did not choose to stop there, and turned around to look at the other surviving people.
"Run! Run!"
Those ghost kings had long been frightened out of their wits. When they saw Lu Yu's eyes sweeping over them, they immediately turned around and left without daring to stop at all.
Who dares to stay here longer? The strongest Feng Taixu is dead. How can they be Lu Yu's opponent?
"kill!"
Lu Yu snorted coldly, and flew out the sword energy from his finger, cutting through the void and slashing hard.
Suddenly, the ghost kings around them who were about to escape fell one after another, their blood scattered on the ground, and their souls screamed in despair, and finally disappeared from the world.
The cool breeze blew in the mountains behind Duan's house.
Countless eyes were focused on that majestic figure in the sky, their eyes filled with awe and fear.
Lu Yu stepped into the void with great power. The huge and boundless golden light had not dissipated. It still stood proudly in the sky, shining brightly.
Many people were stunned when they saw this scene and couldn't believe their eyes.
Actually, all of them died!
Those are nineteen powerful ghost kings, not nineteen ants!
In front of Lu Yu, these powerful ghost kings were not enemies at all, and they all turned into blood mist.
"Is this the strength of the Emperor of Qin?" Such a question flashed through everyone's mind.
It is simply a fantasy for the Duan family to compete with such a character.
Han Zhengsu took a deep breath. He stared blankly at the devastating scene in front of him. At the same time, he also clearly felt that there were far fewer hostile looks from around him.
The Han family, just having a slight relationship with Lu Yu, has already shocked everyone.
"No wonder he can destroy the Yan family!" Han Zhengsu said with emotion.
As for Han Xinrou, her beautiful eyes had long been opened wide, looking at the arrogant figure in the sky, slightly lost in thought.
The vast imperial power still has not dissipated.
Those who were ready to fish in troubled waters were so frightened that they trembled all over and immediately fell to their knees and shouted: "Greetings to my emperor!"
Lu Yu's invincible figure caught everyone's eyes. The real dragon is ahead, who dares to disapprove?
"I'll wait to meet my emperor!"
On Jiuchong Mountain, the mountains shout long live.