Outside the Imperial City, Cao Cheng looked at the ancient city where he could no longer hear any movement, feeling deeply sad in his heart.
He is already an old man who has lived most of his life, but because of a young man, he stayed in the imperial dynasty for five full years like a hostage.
But five years have passed, and the young man has not come out of the king's realm, and he has experienced nine deaths before he can escape from the tiger's mouth.
He didn't blame the young man, he just felt that this kind of world was really fucked up.
Although he was already at the pinnacle of power, he was still trying to consolidate his rule by any means necessary.
"If that's the case, then it's the opposite!"
Cao Cheng muttered to himself.
Immediately, his eyes began to become firm, his old appearance faded away, and he returned to the strong and healthy president of the Alchemist Guild.
He asked Fang Zheng:
"How is the situation in the imperial court?"
Fang Zheng shook his head and said:
"Under the isolation of the formation, even I can't feel the fluctuations of the battle. It's just that old guy Fu Xuehong told me that he is sure to come out alive."
Cao Cheng frowned and asked doubtfully:
"Is it just that he is sure of coming out?"
Fang Zheng nodded and said:
"It's just him!"
Cao Cheng looked into Fang Zheng's eyes and asked seriously:
"What about the others?"
Fangzheng remained silent and did not answer.
Cao Cheng felt a little angry for no reason, and asked reluctantly:
"Our lives are our lives, aren't their lives? Why should we trade their lives for ours!"
Fang Zheng felt Cao Cheng's anger and finally said two words:
"value!"
Cao Cheng was stunned. He didn't expect the answer to be so direct, so... utilitarian!
But Fang Zheng's next words made Cao Cheng understand that perhaps only such utilitarianism could give him a glimmer of hope in the future.
"According to calculations, there are less than a hundred years left before that unimaginable catastrophe. And in that catastrophe, the king will not even be qualified to participate."
"That's why Fu Xuehong needs this plan to give all young people a chance to participate in this catastrophe."
Cao Cheng remained silent because he could figure out many joints without Fang Zheng having to explain.
For example, those kings in the city who take action must have no hope of stepping into the imperial rank.
Another example is that the young people who followed him out of the Wan Zhang Tower probably all had a glimmer of hope of reaching the imperial rank.
He even guessed that the reason why this old guy was still worthy of being rescued was actually due to alchemy.
He looked at the silent Emperor Chao, his eyes becoming profound.
Fu Xuehong, the initiator of this plan, when he first appeared to attract the attention of the emperor and directly attacked the emperor Ji Mingdao, even if he was an emperor, would he really have a chance to come out alive?
Those kings who can't break through are just that. Can it be said that it's worth sacrificing a strong man who has become a king?
Fang Zheng saw the worry in Cao Cheng's eyes, but said calmly:
"Everyone knows that the Imperial Dynasty is like a dragon in a tiger's den, but this is his own choice."
"He knows that because of his impatience, he was too hasty when he broke through to the imperial level, which damaged his potential and gave him no chance to take another step."
"That's why he put all his hopes on those young people regardless of his own safety."
"It's just that his original purpose was to save that kid Yiran, but the kid didn't come out of the King's Realm!"
Cao Cheng immediately perked up after hearing the name Yi Ran, and tentatively asked with deep worry in his eyes:
"Senior Fangzheng also knows that little guy?"
Fang Zheng nodded and said:
"I beat that kid, but I still owe him a favor."
"The main reason why I took action this time was because that kid was involved. I originally wanted to return the favor, but I didn't expect that I didn't even see his figure."
Cao Cheng looked at the smile on Fang Zheng's face and asked in confusion:
"Senior doesn't seem to be worried about that kid at all?"
Fang Zheng continued to nod and replied:
"A young man who dares to go against the will of heaven and resurrect his beloved cannot die easily."
"Besides, there are not only his little lover but also so many brothers with him this time. He will be fine!"
Cao Cheng finally felt at ease and no longer had any worries.
At this moment, the formation protecting the Imperial Dynasty began to fluctuate violently.
Circles of light continued to circulate on the protective shield that enveloped the Imperial Dynasty, sometimes dimming and sometimes bursting into bright light.
A smile appeared on Fang Zheng's face and he said boldly:
"It seems that Fu Xuehong doesn't want to die. I have to help him!"
Cao Cheng didn't speak and walked silently into the white mist. He only heard Fangzheng's heroic voice:
"A sword has been sharpened for thousands of years, but the frost blade has never been tested."
"Get out of your sheath today, and you will be punished if you don't get justice!"
A sword as high as the sky hangs in the sky, dragging the residual shadow of the mysterious light to bombard the formation's protective cover.
"Kakakakakaka..."
The protective shield exploded instantly, and the formation exploded, revealing the true appearance of the Imperial Dynasty.
Ji Mingdao and the emperor beside him showed surprised expressions, but they quickly realized what was happening and immediately gave up chasing Fu Xuehong and began to work together to resist the sword.
Fu Xuehong did not hesitate, and had no more thoughts of sneak attack on Ji Mingdao, and immediately disappeared over the Imperial Dynasty.
On the other hand, Ji Mingdao and the emperor were retreating steadily under the sword, and blood was flowing out from the seven orifices.
Seeing that the two of them were about to be chopped down by a sword and the entire imperial dynasty was about to be split into two by that sword, a cold snort came from the depths of the imperial dynasty.
Immediately afterwards, there were rolling sound waves sweeping in with terrifying power, and finally collided with Jian Gang.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang..."
After the explosive sound that was like destroying the heaven and earth, the sword's blade exploded into nothingness, and the rolling sound waves finally subsided.
Only the large swathes of collapsed houses and Ji Mingdao and another emperor who was constantly coughing up blood told the horror of this confrontation.
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At the border of the King's Realm, the terrifying battle continues.
Wang Sicheng and Ji Huaili were fighting each other like crazy, but what was different from five years ago was that Wang Sicheng, who was suppressed and beaten at the beginning, was now suppressing Ji Huaili.
Especially after maintaining his sanity and entering a bloodthirsty state, Wang Sicheng completely demonstrated his peak combat power.
He couldn't feel the pain, so he forcefully carried Ji Huaili's "Xumi Zhenshi" to the latter's approach.
As his fists pounded, each punch was packed with surging blood and impacted Ji Huaili's mind.
Fists clashed with each other, and blood continued to flow from the corners of Wang Sicheng's mouth. Ji Huaili's eyes turned red under the impact of blood energy, and his skin was filled with blood lines.
Ji Huaili roared angrily, and thousands of fists fell like stars, trying to knock Wang Sicheng back.
But Wang Sicheng's surging blood energy directly turned into a sea of blood. Let the stars fall into it and explode the blood energy all over the sky. However, he did not retreat even half a step, and his momentum surged crazily.
During the confrontation between Xinghui and Xuehai, Ji Huali punched Wang Sicheng in the chest, just like he did five years ago.
It's just that Wang Sicheng chose to avoid it five years ago, but this time Wang Sicheng took the punch forcefully.
He didn't care at all about his slightly collapsed chest and fractured ribs. Instead, he gathered his blood and punched Ji Huaili between the eyebrows.
The two of them fell back dozens of feet at the same time. Wang Sicheng spat out a large mouthful of blood. Although Ji Huaili did not vomit blood, blood lines slowly flowed from his seven orifices.
Ji Huaili's brain was a little dazed, but Wang Sicheng seemed not to care about the injury on his chest at all, and gathered his blood and rushed towards Ji Huaili again.
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On the other side, the battle between Tang Fengyin and Ji Huaiyi also came to an end.
Three "Lances of Freedom" condensed from wind elements hung at Tang Fengyin's side. The increasingly concentrated wind elements at the tips of the spears demonstrated its extremely terrifying penetrating power.
Ji Huaiyi certainly did not waste five years, and his control over the wind element has reached a new level.
There are five wind tornadoes surrounding him, which are the "divine wind tornadoes" he cast with his divine power!
With a finger of the magic wand in Tang Fengyin's hand, three guns of freedom penetrated the void and shot towards Ji Huaiyi.
The five wind tornadoes beside Ji Huaiyi moved quickly, forming a barrier as strong as a mountain in front of him.
Five years ago, Tang Fengyin relied on his affinity for the wind element to defeat Ji Huaiyi's control of the wind element.
Now, Tang Fengyin still used the Spear of Freedom, but the number increased from one to three.
But Ji Huaiyi, who originally used "God Wind Barrier", now used "God Wind Scroll".
Ji Huaiyi, who was infinitely more powerful than before, was no longer satisfied with just defending, but wanted to crush the three guns of freedom with a crushing attitude, and then crush the fat and white Tang Fengyin into pieces in the wind.
Although the idea is good, the reality is extremely cruel.
Ji Huaiyi had suffered a lot in the previous battle, and although Tang Fengyin still used the Spear of Freedom, its power was not the same.
The three guns of freedom and the divine wind tornado that turned into a barrier bombarded it. They both exploded at the same time, and the violent wind tore the earth apart, leaving a ravine hundreds of feet long.
Ji Huaiyi's breath froze in an instant, and the violent wind broke out of his control in an instant, but Tang Fengyin's figure melted into the strong wind and took advantage of the force to come to Ji Huaili's side.
Under Ji Huaili's horrified gaze, Tang Fengyin gently held out a finger, with a small whirlpool condensed on his fingertips.
It was a tiny gun of freedom, but it easily penetrated Ji Huaili's forehead and took his life.
Tang Fengyin's affinity for the wind made it extremely easy for him to stay in the strong wind and take advantage of its momentum, but the violent wind broke free from Ji Huaili's control.
Under the circumstances, Ji Huaiyi never had any chance!
Seeing the tragic deaths of Ji Huaili and Ji Huaiyi one after another, Ji Huairen and Ji Huaikong roared crazily. Hatred made them lose their minds and made them desperate and completely crazy.
Some people died, but not completely...
