Di Hao laughed loudly: "Haha, come on, let me experience the strength of Wuzong!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he took the initiative to attack.
The Dragon Divine Art turned into a huge golden dragon, opened its bloody mouth, and rushed directly towards the Fourth Elder and others.
"Hmph, what a small trick!" The fourth elder sneered contemptuously and clapped his hand.
The other four people also launched their own attacks, hitting the golden dragon in mid-air.
Di Hao's strength is only around the second and third level, and the four elders are each at least at the second and fifth level.
Originally his strength was not as good as theirs, but he had to fight against more with less. Basically, in one round, Di Hao was knocked back to his original form.
The Dragon Divine Art was instantly broken, and Di Hao stood in mid-air covered in blood, slightly raising his head and looking at the sky, with a look of compassion on his face.
"Uncle Wang..." Di Lin cried out sadly with tears in his eyes.
"Your Majesty!" The officials of the Daqian Dynasty behind Di Lin were also in tears, wishing they could suffer for Di Hao.
"Guardian!" Countless people below looked up at Di Hao, their voices trembling.
"Alas, it was my incompetence that failed to protect Daqian! I deserve the name of the Guardian God!"
"Daqian, goodbye!" Di Hao lowered his head, glanced across everyone's faces one by one, and then flew towards the fourth elder of Wuzong.
"If you want to destroy me, Da Gan, you will have to pay the price!"
Di Hao's voice was full of determination, and the Dragon Divine Art was activated again. A golden dragon with scars all over its body directly rolled up the fourth elder and others.
"Dragon Shattering!"
With a mournful cry, the golden dragon's huge body, which was dozens of feet long, suddenly erupted with dazzling golden light.
The powerful aura was overwhelming, sweeping half of the sky like a tsunami.
The Fourth Elder loudly exclaimed: "No, he's going to blow himself up!"
boom!
With a loud noise, the golden dragon's body exploded directly, and the powerful energy was like a nuclear explosion, rushing towards the fourth elder and the others.
A ball of golden light that seemed to be able to blind people's eyes exploded in mid-air, like a small sun explosion.
Everyone closed their eyes and couldn't open them.
The Fourth Elder and others were blown backwards more than ten meters away, their robes were torn into strips of cloth, and each of them had at least ten bone-deep wounds on their bodies.
"Damn it, I was almost seriously injured by him!" The fourth elder looked angry.
The purple-robed old man said with lingering fear: "I didn't expect that the Dragon God Skill could also have self-destruction, and the power of self-destruction was so terrifying. We tried our best to defend, but we were still injured at the same time."
The grumpy red-haired old man shouted angrily: "Damn it, you actually got us hurt. I have to kill everyone in the imperial city to vent my anger!"
The fourth elder sneered: "Once this person dies, the Daqian Dynasty will no longer have the power to resist. You can kill him if you want!"
"Okay! What I love most is seeing the frightened and painful scenes of these ants! Hahaha..." The red-haired old man laughed wildly, his laughter was ferocious, and he looked like an evil ghost, which was extremely terrifying.
However, no one in the Daqian Dynasty was afraid. Their attention was all focused on the scattered golden light spots in the air.
Di Lin's body went limp and he couldn't hold on any longer. He collapsed on the ground and groaned in pain: "Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang..."
The king of Zhenbei was filled with grief. He raised his armor, knelt down suddenly, and shouted to the sky: "Send your prince to heaven!"
There were tears in his eyes, but he held back the tears and gritted his teeth tightly to prevent the people of Wuzong from seeing his fragile side.
Behind him, all the officials of the Daqian Dynasty also knelt down and cried out in grief: "Send the prince to death!"
Each of them burst into tears, their faces full of sadness, as if a loved one had passed away.
Below, the common people also knelt down and cried to the sky: "Send the patron saint back to heaven!"
"Send your patron saint to heaven!"
"Woooooooo..."
At this moment, all the people were in mourning, and the entire imperial city was shrouded in a miserable atmosphere.
In the sky, golden light rain fell one after another. This was the remaining power of Di Hao's Dragon Divine Art after it exploded.
His body and even his soul all turned into power, giving the Fourth Elder and others the final blow.
Otherwise, Di Hao's strength alone would not be able to injure anyone.
The patron saint who had silently guarded the Daqian Dynasty for decades had completely left.
When the wind blows, it seems to also bring mourning.
The red-haired old man who was about to kill didn't take action immediately when he saw this scene.
The fourth elder sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect that his death would make all the people cry. His death was worth it."
The red-haired old man snorted coldly: "Since they worship that dead man so much, it just so happens that I send them to meet him."
He laughed loudly at the crowd below: "Haha, stop crying, I will send you to see him right now."
After saying that, he first threw himself in the direction of Di Lin.
Di Lin sighed and closed his eyes in despair: "Dagan, it's over!"
choke!
The sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed seemed to come from the distant sky, arriving in an instant.
Then, like a meteor chasing the moon, a long green sword shot out from the distant sky, drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air.
boom!
The sword was inserted directly into the gate tower of the Imperial City of the Daqian Dynasty, trembling slightly and making a slight sound.
The red-haired old man, who was about to pounce, suddenly stepped back as if he sensed danger, looking at the long sword falling from the sky with a wary expression.
"Who attacked me!" He shouted angrily and quickly looked around, but didn't see anyone suspicious.
However, when he saw the sword, a gleam of light slowly appeared on Di Lin's originally desperate old face, and a glimmer of hope rose in his eyes.
"The Great Emperor, are you back?"
A bit of golden light flew quickly towards the imperial city from far to near.
On top of the sword, a young man stood with his hands behind his back, his feet lightly stepping on the narrow blade, like a fairy on earth.
Who else could it be if it wasn't Qin Fan?
The Emperor was overjoyed, as if a drowning man had grasped the last straw.
He hurriedly stood up, knelt on the ground, and shouted loudly: "Welcome the return of the Emperor!"
"It's the Emperor, the Emperor is back!" Behind him, the officials kneeling on the stairs also cheered loudly.
"Welcome to the Supreme Emperor!" In the city, tens of thousands of soldiers in bright armor knelt on one knee and shouted to the sky.
Outside the city, millions of people also looked surprised.
"Welcome to the Emperor!"
"Great, the Supreme Emperor is back, and Da Gan can be saved!"
Last time, Qin Fan single-handedly turned the tide and eliminated the three major families and saved the Daqian Dynasty. These people still remember it fresh.
In fact, Qin Fan has become the new patron saint of the Daqian Dynasty in their hearts.
"Welcome to the return of the Emperor!"
"Help is at hand!"
Countless people cheered and worshiped Qin Fan who came with a sword.
The faces of the Fourth Elder and others darkened. He looked at Qin Fan and was secretly surprised: "This kid can actually fly with a sword?"
"Or is he just bluffing?"
