"Young Master, this... this champion... is so overbearing!"
In the Tianzihao Pavilion, Xiao Yue'er pouted, even the spiritual fruit in her hand no longer smelled good.
"I just became the Great Emperor, yet I am so arrogant and domineering, and yet..."
"He killed tens of thousands of ordinary people. This kind of person is not worthy of being an emperor. He deserves to die!!"
Looking at the arrogant and angry Xiao Yue'er, Zhang Zifan frowned slightly.
He also didn't expect that Wenquxing was so domineering and cruel, killing tens of thousands of ordinary people with one move.
This is different from what he thought.
Such murderousness was rare even in the past demonic ways.
In Wenyuan Continent, which prides itself on the right path, this is unheard of and unseen.
When Wen Quxing made his move, Zhang Zifan originally wanted to stop him.
But Zhang Zifan, who didn't understand the cause and effect, was hesitant. If Wenquxing only killed one or two evil thieves, there was no need for him to take action.
Unexpectedly...
With this hesitation, tens of thousands of ordinary people turned into ashes.
As far as the emperor is concerned, practitioners who have not entered the emperor's realm are all ants.
Not to mention the ordinary people who have not even embarked on the path of spiritual practice. No matter how many people are killed, it is just a number.
In this continent of ten directions, practitioners often massacre entire villages in anger.
There is a difference between the immortal and the mortal. Even if these ordinary people have resentment, it will not help.
These disasters can only be attributed to natural disasters, and the survivors have no other choice but to burn incense and pray.
Looking at Xiao Yue'er, whose face was full of grief and anger, Zhang Zifan was once again touched deep in his heart.
"You're right, he deserves to die!"
After habitually rubbing Xiao Yue'er's head, Zhang Zifan stood up:
"Young master, go now and avenge those tens of thousands of mortals!"
In Xiao Yue'er's surprised eyes, she stepped into the void step by step and walked towards the high-spirited and arrogant Wen Quxing on the central stand.
...
"You...why did you kill tens of thousands of mortals? What's wrong with them?!"
Chen Sheng was stunned. He had just broken through to the Holy Realm. Before he could tell his master Zhang Zifan the good news, he saw Sun Ye slaughtering tens of thousands of ordinary people across countless time and space.
He was second on the list, his articles were not as good as those of the top scholar, and the spirit of painting he absorbed was not as good as that of Sun Ye.
Even if he breaks through ten small realms in a row and achieves the status of a saint, he is still incomparable to Sun Ye, the star of Wenqu.
"Why? You ask me why?!"
Looking at Chen Sheng who was questioning him in front of him, Sun Ye laughed out loud:
"What qualifications do you have to question me? Based on your strength as a saint, or because you won the second place on the list?!"
All the great emperors around him did not dare to speak out, but Chen Sheng, a little saint, dared to question him.
Isn't this asking for death?
As he spoke, Sun Ye waved his hand, and a domineering spiritual power turned into a huge palm print and struck directly.
Bang!
With just one blow, Chen Sheng fell to the ground and vomited blood.
As arrogant and domineering as ever, he would forcefully crush anyone he disagreed with.
This is because Sun Ye had already held back, otherwise with his power as a great emperor, Chen Sheng, a saint, could be killed with one blow.
Sun Ye kept his hand, not because he was soft-hearted, but because he had awakened his literary fortune and saw the difference in Chen Sheng.
Sun Ye, who is also a person with great luck, has an inexplicable feeling when he comes to earth from Wenquxing.
"They are innocent, they..."
Chen Sheng was knocked to the ground by a blow and coughed up blood, but he still did not forget to defend the person who died unjustly.
As the son of fate, Chen Sheng could not even block Sun Ye's move. This does not mean that the son of fate is weaker than the descendants of Wenquxing.
On the contrary, Chen Sheng, who has mastered the road of destiny, far surpasses Sun Ye in terms of potential and talent.
It's just that Sun Ye used the Wenyuan Conference to absorb the energy of tens of thousands of paintings and completely awakened the destiny of the literary world.
However, the road of destiny is too mysterious. Although Chen Sheng has cultivated the "God-Level Enlightenment Fu", his time is still short and he has not yet entered the imperial realm, so he is naturally no match for him.
"Innocent? Does this emperor need to apologize to the ants after he trampled a few ants to death?!"
The corner of Sun Ye's mouth raised slightly. The injustice and humiliation he suffered in the past had turned into a twisted heart today, and he began to intensify his insults and humiliate others.
This gave him a sense of revenge, which was very refreshing.
The emperors in the Star Reaching Tower frowned and turned their heads.
Most of their strength is superior to Sun Ye, but no one dares to step forward to stop him.
Even the two supreme masters, Mr. Cen and Mr. Dan Qiusheng, just looked at it without any expression.
There is no other reason. What does the reincarnation of Wenquxing mean in Wenyuan Continent?
This means that it is only a matter of time before Sun Ye breaks through to the Supreme. Even as his strength increases, Sun Ye can mobilize the entire Wenyuan Continent's painting energy to crush any ancient Supreme at the same level.
Nowadays, the world has undergone tremendous changes, and ancient supreme beings have been born one after another. Wenquxing reincarnated and descended to the earth at this time, which can be said to have brought a sea-fixing needle to Wenyuan Continent.
No one wants to offend Sun Ye, let alone for the common people.
"They are living people just like you and me!"
Chen Sheng mobilized the spiritual energy in his body and struggled to resist Sun Ye's imperial pressure, while roaring:
"They are not ants! They are just people who don't know how to practice. As the emperor of the human race, how can I kill my people at will if I don't protect my people?!"
As he looked up to the sky and screamed, the looming path of destiny around Chen Sheng became clearer and clearer, and the dormant power in his body began to awaken.
"Do you know how much hardship I have endured in order to reach this point?"
"Innocent mortals in your eyes, how did they treat me?!"
Sun Ye grabbed Chen Sheng's head and slammed it to the ground beneath his feet.
In an instant, dust flew and the void exploded.
"destiny!"
"This emperor smells destiny from you!"
Sun Ye, who was about to let go of Chen Sheng, was suddenly startled. His literary luck had completely recovered, and he was getting stronger every moment.
"You are just like me, blessed with great fortune."
"It's a pity that this Emperor can only have one son of destiny in Wenyuan Continent!!"
As he spoke, Sun Ye waved his hand, and as his spiritual energy vibrated, a river composed of dark, sticky ink appeared out of thin air.
Black ink penetrated the void and reality, flowing around Sun Ye's body, like an invisible tentacle, which was extremely strange.
The monstrous ink turned into a dark river, and under Sun Ye's control, Chen Sheng was instantly submerged.
The ink is extremely dark and strange, with a terrifying corrosive power.
Within less than a breath of being wrapped in ink, the spiritual energy in Chen Sheng's body was completely sucked dry.
His eyes were red and his breathing stopped.
Not to mention fighting back, I can't even resist.
Sun Ye was as domineering and arrogant as ever, once again preparing to kill Chen Sheng in front of all the great emperors and supreme beings.
Wenyuan Continent's luck is limited, and as he is also a child of luck, he is naturally unwilling to share it with others.
The two supreme masters, Master Cen and Dan Qiusheng, frowned but did not stop him either.
To them, the value of a fully awakened child of destiny is far greater than that of an unawakened Chen Sheng.
"Why!"
Just when Chen Sheng, who was in the Mo River, was about to die, a sigh echoed throughout the Star Reaching Tower.
The sound is very weak and light, but wherever the sound wave reaches, all dharma becomes empty.
The dark and strange Mo River dispersed, and Chen Sheng fell to the ground, gasping for air.
"Master——"
Amid Chen Sheng's exclamations, everyone turned around and saw Zhang Zifan, dressed in white with fluttering skirts, crossing the sky.
"You want to stop me?!"
With just a sigh, his Taoism was broken.
Sun Ye knew that the man in white in front of him must have extremely terrifying cultivation, but he was still not afraid:
"You have to think clearly. This emperor is the reincarnation of Wenquxing. It is only a matter of time before he becomes the supreme. If you..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Zifan interrupted him forcefully:
"You could have worshiped me as your teacher, but you insisted on seeking death. Then you can't blame me!"
As he spoke, the awe-inspiring righteousness of heaven and earth gathered throughout the Star-Zhaing Tower.