"No one in this world can decide her life or death without my permission!"
Along with this voice, there was also an indescribable general trend of heaven and earth. It seemed that an ancient god had been resurrected and looked down on all living beings with indifference to the common people.
"Um?"
Mo Wubian had the strongest cultivation, and he was the first to sense this ethereal thing. He stopped instantly and raised his head to look at the sky.
"Big brother!"
Zi Ling was stunned. This voice seemed so familiar that he couldn't help shouting.
"Could it really be him?"
Murong Wan's eyes were confused, and she felt that all this was so unreal, that she must have hallucinated it.
Not only the three of them, but hundreds of powerful people in the audience all turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound.
"Buzz..."
There seemed to be a subtle buzzing sound, and immediately an extremely pure spatial power surged. Everyone felt the void in front of them fluctuate slightly, and a black-robed figure suddenly appeared there.
To be precise, it should be a silhouette, because this person's back is to everyone, and all you can see is that he is wearing a black robe, and his figure is slightly thin, but it gives people the impression of being extremely majestic. It seems that he is standing there.
An ancient sacred mountain.
"who is he?"
This was the question raised by all the strong men in the audience. The sudden appearance of the black-robed strong man was too strange. If it hadn't been for that arrogant voice, no one would have been able to react.
"Big brother?"
Zi Ling's voice trembled slightly, and she even rubbed her moist eyes with her arms.
Murong Wan stared blankly at the figure falling from the sky. There was a brief trance in her beautiful eyes, and then she suddenly woke up, and her bright eyes widened in circles.
At the same time, a look of disbelief slowly bloomed on her delicate face.
Opposite, the figure in black robe had a soft color in his eyes. Looking at this peerless face that haunted him, a gentle smile appeared on the face that looked young but revealed the color of vicissitudes of life.
"Wan'er, I'm here to find you!"
The man in black robe spoke, his voice was very soft, as if he was a little trembling, but also a little angry. Fortunately, he arrived in time, otherwise he would regret it in this life.
"Zihao, is that you?"
Murong Wan stared blankly at the figure in front of her for a while, then stretched out her slender hair tremblingly. Maybe she was too injured and weak, or maybe she was afraid and worried that the scene was unreal, so she finally lowered it.
"Wan'er, it's me! From now on, I won't let you face these pains alone!"
Zhong Zihao quickly leaned over and squatted down, grabbing the soft and boneless Jie Yi in his palm with his strong big hands. His hands were cold and his heart ached.
Based on his understanding of the woman in front of him, her arrogant character has never shown such a fragile side, which shows that the pressure on her over the years is no lighter than his own, and these enemies in front of her have forced her into a desperate situation.
"I asked you not to come to me, but you still came... You have suffered all these years!"
Feeling the warmth from her palm, her little hand finally stopped shaking and let him hold it in his hand.
Murong Wan was so smart. She noticed the vast power in Zhong Zihao's body and knew that he must have endured many crises and hardships in order to catch up with her over the years.
He is such a proud person and never allows those around him to be harmed. He must have tortured himself crazily for decades before he could catch up with her in terms of cultivation.
Moreover, Murong Wan also saw a trace of exhaustion from the corner of his eyes. He must have heard that the Murong family was in danger and rushed non-stop in the starry sky to appear here at this moment.
Thinking of this, even her rock-solid heart couldn't help but feel an indescribable emotion, and tears welled up in her beautiful eyes.
"Brother, that guy is very strong!"
Zi Ling seemed to be infected too, but stubbornly raised her head to prevent tears from falling, and reminded her.
Zhong Zihao took out a few good elixirs and handed them to Zi Ling. They were naturally from Shang Xingyun's collection. Then he looked at her deeply and chuckled: "Zi Ling, do you believe me?"
"Um!"
Zi Ling nodded vigorously, and you could feel from his confident smile that he had a way to deal with Mo Wubian.
Zhong Zihao turned his head slightly and looked at Murong Wan, who had a hint of beauty on his lips: "You have never let anyone down!"
She knew him too well, and as long as she dared to speak out, there was absolutely nothing she could not do. Even though their cultivation levels were almost the same, and both were two levels lower than Mo Wubian, she still had no doubts at all.
"Is it that kid...impossible?"
Murong Fanchen also stopped, looking at the black-robed figure from a distance, with an uncertain expression on his face, and he had already begun to guess the identity of the strong man who suddenly arrived.
She could make her granddaughter Murong Wan look like a little girl, and the two of them behaved so intimately that Murong Fanchen could not think of anyone other than the boy from the lower world who was in her heart.
However, it has only been a short time, just a few decades. How could anyone let his cultivation reach two major realms in a row?
This kind of cultivation speed requires such amazing talents. I'm afraid even the gods and Wan'er can't do it, right?
Of course, Wan'er had wasted too much time on her cultivation because she had been working hard for her family over the years, otherwise she would have already advanced to the realm of the True God.
If it wasn't that boy, who could this person be?
Not only him, but everyone present was guessing the identity of the black-robed figure.
Finally, under the gaze of countless eyes, the figure in black robe slowly turned around, and the expression that was as gentle as the spring breeze a moment ago suddenly turned into an extremely cold one.
"Junior, who are you?"
Mo Wubian had a vague feeling. This man was young but had extraordinary cultivation. Could it be that he came from a terrifying force? If other major forces intervened, the Sword Master inheritance would probably be missed.
"I?"
Zhong Zihao took a deep breath, his eyes gradually became calm, and he looked at everyone in the audience. A deep voice slowly resounded throughout the world: "I am the one who ends your destiny!"
"You want to die!"
Mo Wubian was furious. He was originally worried that the other party would be scrupulous because he was a high-profile person, but these words completely ignited his anger.
After saying that, he was about to take action and tear this arrogant and domineering junior apart, when a figure suddenly rushed out from beside him: "Sect Master Mo, calm down, you might as well hand him over to your subordinates!"
The visitor is Yu Wen Lei Dong, who has recovered his power for a long time.
This period of time has passed, and although his strength has not returned to its peak state, it has recovered to some extent. The most important thing is that his previous battle with Murong Fanchen and Zi Ling disappointed Mo Wubian, and he was worried that he would miss the opportunity to watch the show.
Opportunity for the Sword Master's inheritance.
Therefore, he must seize the opportunity before him.
Even deep down in my heart, I was a little grateful to that arrogant boy who couldn't see the situation clearly.