High in the sky, white clouds floated. Ever since Jun Wuxie and the mythical half-step Holy Emperor entered the clouds, they seemed to have disappeared without any movement.
The calm high in the sky did not last forever.
Just as the eight powerful men below fell into an absolute disadvantage, all of them were covered in blood and embarrassed under the blue claws, while Emperor Daqian looked up at the sky and was full of confidence in the battlefield above, the white clouds in the sky suddenly seemed like Swept by the wind.
In an instant, the entire sky showed a magnificent scene of surging clouds.
Clang!
The sound of swords came from the sky, and the mysterious light penetrated the starry sky and illuminated the earth.
At the same time, the chaotic golden light bloomed, extremely bright, dyeing the thousands of miles of clouds into chaos gold.
"throat!"
"Roar!"
After the sound of the sword, there followed the loud and domineering roar of dragons and tigers.
Everyone on the ground saw the dazzling sword light through the thinned clouds, countless, overwhelming.
At the same time, a figure surrounded by chaotic golden light shuttled between the sword energy, struck with fist seals, the dragon and tiger flashed, and violently collided with the sword energy. With all their remaining strength, they rolled up like a stormy wave, impacting in all directions, making all the clouds All collapsed.
The scene of the Gaotian battlefield was completely exposed to people's sight.
In the air more than 10,000 miles high, energy is constantly surging and rolling. Every time the two warring people collide, mushroom clouds will rise, and large tracts of law runes bloom and break.
Feeling the vast coercion coming from the sky and the aftermath of the battle covering thousands of miles, everyone on the ground, except Jingya, felt trembling and horrified.
The coverage of this kind of battle is terrible. Such a strong man can cover any city in Qingzhou with a single strike.
If there is not a strong enough ancient defensive formation, a city can be destroyed with one strike!
"How can he be so strong? He's just a kid in the realm of a great saint!"
Emperor Daqian could not accept this fact. Even though the outcome was still undecided, in his opinion, it was impossible for Jun Wuxie to win, but his heart was still extremely unbalanced.
How many years has he been practicing? In order to challenge the realm of Tyrant Saint, he became obsessed and almost died. He paid a huge price and his life span was reduced sharply.
In the end, he still failed to break through.
That Jun Wuxie, a young man in his twenties and a body cultivator, why is he so strong? How can he be so strong?
That Lord Envoy is a powerful person from Taiyi Sect in Hanzhou. Not only is he the strongest person in Taiyi Sect, he is at least among the strongest people.
Now, when the two of them were fighting, the one with strong Taiyi Sect background was unable to gain the upper hand in a short period of time.
"ah!!"
A shrill scream full of unwillingness pulled back the attention of everyone who was paying attention to the battlefield in Gaotian.
Emperor Daqian looked for his voice, his pupils shrank violently, his face became pale, and his body shook involuntarily.
He was one of the eight strong men of Hanzhou Taiyi Sect who besieged the blue beast.
A man as strong as a half-step Holy Emperor ended up like this. The sharp claws of the blue claws penetrated the secret technique and tore open the defense. Half of his head was broken. His soul was torn apart and he died on the spot!
Such a bloody scene is so impactful.
Whether it was the powerful men of Taiyi Sect, the Emperor Daqian, or the defenders, it caused huge psychological impact and pressure.
"Let me disperse!"
King Ning's low roar came from in front of the city gate.
At this time, although he was disabled and sitting in a wheelchair, he looked particularly crazy. His black hair was dancing wildly, his eyes were bloodshot, and even his pupils were flashing red.
The soldiers who were using city-breaking equipment to attack the city gate hurriedly pushed the equipment away.
They saw dense runes lighting up on Prince Ning's body, and the true energy around his body was burning and boiling like a flame.
His aura was rising crazily, reaching its peak in an instant, and then he rushed towards the tall and heavy city gate.
There was a loud bang.
King Ning concentrated his power and struck the city gate with his palm seal, causing the defensive runes on the city gate to flash. However, after only a moment of resistance, all the defensive runes collapsed.
The heavy metal door was blown away, and the two palm prints half a foot deep were shocking.
"The city gate is broken, follow my commander into the city! Remember, you are not allowed to hurt the people for no reason. This is the decree of the king and god. Anyone who violates it will be killed!"
The cavalry commander sounded like war drums, waved his war gun, and rode into the city on his horse.
Behind him were densely packed elite cavalry, charging into the city like a torrent of steel.
"Your Majesty, it's not advisable to stay here for a long time. We should return to the palace and stay there until the envoy kills Jun Wuxie before he comes to put down the rebellion!"
"ah!!"
Emperor Daqian clenched his fists and let out a low roar, with a ferocious face.
Thinking of how he faced Prince Ning so high up when he came out earlier, and now he had to run away, it was really hard to accept in his heart, but the reality forced him to retreat and avoid the edge for the time being.
He was preparing to leave under the protection of several half-step tyrants.
"Still want to leave?"
Prince Ning's voice was like thunder, shaking their eardrums, their brains buzzing, their bodies shaking, and they almost fell down.
Prince Ning appeared in front of them in a wheelchair and blocked their way.
"Father, how many years has it been since our father and son had such close contact?"
King Ning's body is sitting in a wheelchair, without legs, without a left arm, only a right arm.
There was a smile on his lips, and his words were calm, but the coldness and hatred in his eyes made Emperor Daqian feel that every inch of his body was cold.
Emperor Daqian thought he knew what his son was like, especially Prince Ning, who wanted to replace him on the throne. He studied him even more carefully and deeply.
He didn't feel anything about Prince Ning's various reactions, whether he was angry or hysterical.
Because for Prince Ning like that, there are actually some things in his heart that he still can't let go of. This happens only when he is entangled. As long as he is entangled, there is a possibility of being influenced by others.
At this moment, Prince Ning looked the most dangerous to him, impeccable!
He finally saw the cold murderous intention in his eyes without any scruples!
Prince Ning no longer felt burdened.
"Prince, no matter what, I will always be your father. Blood is thicker than water. You can never change this relationship."
Emperor Daqian spoke calmly, of course he would not sit still and wait for death.
He knew very well that although Prince Ning was disabled, his realm had exceeded that of the Overlord. Even if he and the people around him joined forces, they would not be able to escape from him.
If you want to survive, delay time, and wait for the messenger to kill Jun Wuxie, the only way is to attack your heart.
"So, what do you want to say?"
Prince Ning's expression was still so plain, completely different from the crazy look before.
"What I want to say is that we are father and son, and I am your father! The fight between father and son is the greatest tragedy in the world. This kind of human tragedy should not happen to you. After all, you are the future emperor of Daqian. Why? Can you bear such a stigma?"
Emperor Daqian looked like he was thinking about Prince Ning.
As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, Prince Ning's only palm quickly swung up.
Snapped!
His arm stretched dozens of times, so fast that Emperor Daqian and others could not see clearly, and with a loud slap, he slapped him hard on the face.
Emperor Daqian was whipped out on the spot, half of his teeth fell out, and he spit out a mouthful of thick blood.
"emperor!"
Several strong men hurriedly stepped forward to help.
Emperor Daqian covered his face, with anger and humiliation boiling in his eyes. His face was distorted and he said sternly: "You traitor! How dare you control me!"
"It's you I'm going to beat today!"
Prince Ning was always calm and collected, and when he finished speaking, he received another slap in the face.
He is in the realm of Overlord, while Emperor Daqian and others are only half-steps of Overlord, and are not his opponents at all. Under the suppression of the great realm, they don't even have a chance to dodge.
This slap sent Emperor Daqian flying again.
"Ah! You are a treacherous son and an evil obstacle. You will be struck by lightning from the sky!"
Emperor Daqian was so angry that he was slapped repeatedly by his own son in public. Which king in history was so cowardly and humiliated?
"The sky was struck by lightning?" Prince Ning smiled and said, "The woman I love most in my life was attacked and killed by your men, and she was severely injured and died during the siege. Do you know how I felt at that time? You must not know, Because how can a callous person like you understand?"
The smile on Prince Ning's face became more and more cruel, "But I want to see how ruthless you are. Don't worry, I won't let you die so quickly. I want you to see with your own eyes how I play all over." Your harem. For a heartless person like you, you probably won’t feel anything. Would you be angry or feel ashamed? Would you? "
"you you you you you!"
Emperor Daqian's eyes widened with anger. He couldn't believe his ears. Prince Ning actually said such words. This was something he would never have imagined in his dreams.
He couldn't imagine such a scene. If this thing really happened, for an emperor, it would be a psychological torture that was worse than death. It was the most powerful shame in this life, and there would never be a greater shame than this in the future. thing.
"Father, what are you talking about?"
An Ning arrived and happened to hear what King Ning said.
"Ning'er..."
"Father, are you worthy of your mother-in-law? My mother-in-law has a spirit under the spring. She doesn't know how sad she would be if she knew you did this. She doesn't want to see you become like this because of hatred!"
An Ning screamed at King Ning almost at the top of her lungs.
She knew that her father had become twisted because of hatred, and she had to pull him back, otherwise the consequences would be serious.
Prince Ning shivered, especially when he heard her mention the word mother and concubine, his eyes blinded by hatred became clear and gentle.
"Ning'er, father was wrong. Father didn't know what happened just now..."
Prince Ning came back to his senses and realized that his state of mind had almost gone to the abyss just now, and he couldn't help but feel scared.
"Father, your obsession is too deep, and some emotions have been accumulated in your heart for too long. It will be good if you wake up now, and your daughter will feel relieved. As for this person, what are you going to do with him, Father? ?”
An Ning pointed to Emperor Daqian.
“We’ll talk about how to deal with it later, but stop fighting first!”
Prince Ning and the wheelchair beneath him teleported out of thin air and appeared in front of Emperor Daqian. He held them in his hands with his tentacles, and at the same time, he unleashed his domineering Qi, shaking several half-step tyrants to the point of breaking their bones. His tendons were broken, and he was suppressed on the spot by the general of Fu Jiajun.
"All the defenders in the city must quickly put down their weapons and surrender. Your emperor has fallen into my hands!"
King Ning carried Emperor Daqian to the high altitude, and his voice spread throughout the city like a loud bell.
Suddenly, the defenders who were resisting under the organization of some stubborn generals all looked into the air, then dropped their weapons, took off their armor, and knelt on the ground.
"Be kind to the surrendered soldiers!"
After An Ning spoke, the officers and soldiers of the Fu Jia Army did not dare to neglect, and their actions in escorting the prisoners became gentler.
"Hahaha, the outcome is still undecided, you haven't won yet, be careful when extreme joy leads to sorrow!"
Some stubborn generals taunted loudly and refused to surrender. They looked at the high-altitude battlefield with their eyes full of hope.
There was a fierce duel on the battlefield there. It was Jun Wuxie and the mythical half-step Holy Emperor. The intensity of the battle had escalated further than before.
At this time, the half-step Holy Emperor had already begun his ultimate ascension!
