Everyone's eyes widened, no one expected that she would say such a word with all her momentum.
For a moment, I didn’t know whether to say she was calculating or logical.
"No problem." Wang Cheng said through gritted teeth.
After so many years of training, this was the first time he encountered such an opponent.
"very good--"
After Chu Yue chuckled, she slashed the ground with her battle ax, creating a ravine that flickered with flames and extended to the foot of the royal city.
The pair of cold-blooded black eyes under the broken hair on his forehead exuded boundless fighting spirit and a vague evil spirit.
"Emperor Domain Lingtian Ye Chuyue is an eighth-level Martial Sect member. If you dare to kill the Martial Emperor, please—give me some advice!"
Chu Yue curled her lips and smiled fiercely, and the moment she finished speaking, she stepped out with her feet on the ground.
He leaped into the air, raised his bone-crushing battle ax high and slashed from top to bottom.
"court death!"
With a loud roar, Wang Cheng was surrounded by golden lightning.
At the same time, the light golden Martial Emperor's power swarmed in from all directions in the world and outside the Cold Wind Tower, like a bursting tide, and rushed into the body of the royal city.
Wang Cheng ran like an iron leopard for a few steps before jumping into the air. His two swords crossed and exploded into a purple ball of light, and golden lightning emerged from within.
The two swords and an ax collided, emitting a deafening sharp and harsh sound.
The mighty Emperor Wu's strength was transmitted to Chu Yue's palm through the double swords and axe.
In an instant, the tiger's mouth became numb, the metacarpal bones cracked, and the bone-crushing battle ax flew out of the palm.
The moment her body fell, she grabbed the ax handle with her left hand.
"The Splendid Universe is not a remote area of your empire. When did the Wuzong realm dare to run rampant in the capital?"
Wang Cheng sneered and slashed out his two swords in mid-air.
The blade on the left side is as blue as frost, and its energy transforms into a dragon, as if a dragon breaks out of the sea.
The mad sword in his right hand burst into flames, and the fire phoenix spread its wings and screamed, like the phoenix reborn from nirvana.
The dragon spewed frost and ice, sealing Chu Yue like a sculpture.
The fire phoenix screamed, and the fierce fire burned Chu Yue's internal organs.
The purple blade's sharp edge left hundreds of bloody wounds on Chu Yue's martial body in a blink of an eye.
"Bang!"
The frozen Chu Yue, like a bleeding sculpture, became the most satisfying handicraft in the hands of God. It fell to the ground of Hanfeng Tower, creating a huge deep pit.
Thick smoke filled the surrounding area, obscuring her figure.
"Little junior sister!"
"Sister Xiaoyue!"
"..."
Behind them, Tu Weiwei and the others, as well as the giant ghost spirit, their eyes red with anger, rushed over desperately.
The king's city roared like thunder, and he slashed away with his two swords.
The blade of the sword rushes wildly.
Frost dragon.
Fiery phoenix.
A pair of mad knives worked like a charm, and the opponents, including giant ghosts, were eliminated within three moves.
The royal city was suspended in the air. Feeling that it was not enjoyable enough, it released the vast Martial Emperor Field!
Domain——
Only cultivators who have reached the Martial Emperor Realm are qualified to cultivate it.
The higher the strength, the stronger the field.
The field originates from the soul, which is similar to the crushing of willpower.
Its terrifying level is no less than that of a mountain breaking a warrior's back.
The battle situation was one-sided and a one-sided massacre.
This ending was within everyone's expectations.
Not a surprising thing.
It is absolutely normal for the Martial Emperor to massacre the Martial Sects and Martial Saints, not to mention the warriors who came from a resource-poor place like the Five Continents of the Imperial Domain.
"Bad people can't hurt my mother."
Xiaobao rushed to the pit and stretched out his hands to protect his mother. His small figure could stand tall against the sky and the ground.
He gritted his teeth with red eyes.
At a young age, I understood what hate is.
He hated these people for bullying his mother while Emperor Zun's father was away.
I also hate that I am powerless in the face of great strength.
He cocked his neck, and the determination in his purple eyes was indestructible.
At this moment, Chen Nian ran out wildly, protected Xiaobao behind him, and looked at Wang Cheng with wide eyes: "You are a tall and dignified man, how can you bully a woman?"
"Martial arts does not distinguish between men and women, only strong and weak."
Wang Cheng was cold and authentic.
“Isn’t the point of becoming a strong person to punish evil and promote good to protect the weak?”
Chen Nian's eyes turned red: "If all the warriors in the world practice to be powerful are to trample on the weak, then is it necessary for this martial arts to exist? Then people who are born in Chaimen and have low status are destined to be bullied from birth. Are they not worthy?
Standing under the scorching sun? My mother once told me that the knife in my hand is used to protect my family and innocent people. Your Excellency Wang Cheng, I am willing to guarantee my life. Sister Ye is a good person and she should not die from you.
Under the knife. If your knife needs blood as a memorial, I will give it to you with my old life."
Wang Cheng frowned.
He had an encounter with Chen Nian once, at a sect conference.
The reason why I was so impressed was because, as the son of the sect leader, Chen Nian was prostrate on the ground and was put down by the newly appointed wife of the Tianshan sect.
Those scenes are hard to forget for those who have seen them.
The boy is as obedient as a dog.
"The Lord of One Hundred Ghosts must die." Wang Cheng said coldly.
"Lingtian Chennian, please die."
Stubborn and authentic.
Wang Cheng was about to speak but stopped, his eyes looking a bit shocked.
Chen Nian actually claims to be a person from Lingtian...
“Old!”
A familiar voice sounded, but it was a bit weak.
But he saw Ji He being carried, and Wang Cheng was moved, and shouted with all his strength: "You really think you are a good person, talking about martial arts here without shame, when you fed your mother's ashes to Chunlong
, you are not worthy of standing on the path of martial arts."
Chen Nian felt as if he was struck by five thunders, his whole body was trembling, and a violent electric current rushed from the sky to his heart, and then spread from the heart to his limbs, even his fingertips were trembling and cold.
He turned his head mechanically and looked at Ji He, who was wrapped tightly in soft healing cloth on a stretcher outside the door. His eyes were filled with clear bloodshot eyes.
"What did you say?"
Chen Nian asked.
"Have you never noticed that food is mixed with ashes?"
"That's right, those are your mother's ashes."
"It's ridiculous that you still want to pick the Ice Soul Flower and bring it back to the sect. No one will be waiting for you after you pick it back."
"I watched your mother being burned to ashes by the fire with my own eyes."
"When she died, she didn't even struggle, but she cried. Do you know, she cried, and she only cried and called your name."
"..."
One voice after another, like a demonic sound, penetrated the ears.
Chen Nian stepped back step by step, his eyes widening to the point of splitting.
In his mind, he recalled the scene of him feeding a pure dragon.
Those foods...
Very strange indeed.
But he didn't think much about it and just did his duty.
Only by living like a dog can he have the chance to go back and see his mother.
But he never imagined that he fed his mother to Chunlong.
"thump--"
Chen Nian's knees touched the ground and he held them up with his hands.
Big tears rolled down his face, and the young man was heartbroken in the wind.