After Emperor Feng Hua's death, the Heavenly Court fell into enemy hands. The sickly little Emperor, who wore a purple robe, seemed to have entered a no-man's land. His terrifying methods seemed to have led the entire incident from start to end.
All the Derived Immortals were annihilated. In the vast Heavenly Court, only Chun Qiu, the imperial son of Emperor Feng Hua, was left.
Then, he was brought to Black Mountain and underwent an extremely long life as a prisoner.
The more he feared the little Emperor, the more he hated him.
Step by step, he walked into the depths of the huge hall. Jian Wushuang's gaze did not waver at all.
"A fellow of unknown origin with his cultivation shackled was able to kill three Imperial Emperors by himself. Exactly what kind of shocking talent is he to be able to accomplish such an impossible feat?"
In the huge hall that was so quiet that one could almost hear the sound of a heartbeat, only the little Emperor's extremely strange voice resounded.
"You are an Emperor?" He turned around and raised his eyebrows at Jian Wushuang.
Jian Wushuang did not answer him. He stretched out his hand and threw a mirror to him. "I have already fulfilled your conditions. Now, it is time for you to fulfill your promise."
"Oh? Is that so? " He reached out and took the inverted Heavenly Mystic Mirror. After a casual glance, the little Emperor threw it back to Jian Wushuang. "But why don't I remember making a promise?"
When he said that, whether it was Jian Wushuang or Chun Qiu, their hearts sank fiercely.
He did not expect that this seemingly extremely shameless little Emperor would actually be so brazenly shameless.
Jian Wushuang's gaze was as deep as water. A long and narrow invisible sword appeared in his palm.
The little Emperor's gaze froze. He subconsciously took half a step back.
The image left behind by Jian Wushuang was too shocking and terrifying. It affected his judgment imperceptibly.
As if it felt its master's impending anger, the long sword emitted a piercing sword cry.
Step by step, he walked forward. Spring and Autumn followed closely behind. The resentment and anger from being tricked buried his last shred of humiliation, making him even more determined to take revenge.
The chain around his neck began to emit a boundless sealing power, and his meridians began to be sealed. Every time he used a bit of Derivative Force, his meridians would curl up in pain.
However, Jian Wushuang didn't seem to be bothered in the slightest and continued to move forward resolutely.
"I said, untie me!"
Jian Wushuang, whose face was covered in dark blue restraining power, appeared particularly terrifying and ferocious at this moment.
The young Imperial Emperor, whose eyes were filled with fear a moment ago, revealed a strange smile in the next moment.
"Don't waste your energy. You can't kill me now."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the skinny purple-robed man rushed over and swung his palm at Jian Wushuang.
The boundless derivation force was like a vast ocean.
However, Jian Wushuang only raised the Sword One and slashed, and the boundless derivation force split into two halves and swept to both sides.
The young Imperial Emperor's gaze focused, and then he said slowly, "I seem to have suddenly remembered something.
"I will definitely fulfill my promise to you, but before that, I want to ask you a few questions."
He smiled slowly, not caring about the current situation at all. He said to himself, "Are you an Itinerant Immortal, the master of a Heavenly Court, or the son of an Imperial Emperor?"
Suppressing the irritation in his heart, Jian Wushuang said in a low voice, "Idle Cloud Wild Crane."
"It's really hard to imagine that Idle Cloud Wild Crane could reach such a shocking level as yours. I'm afraid there are few prodigies like you in the various realms," the young Imperial Emperor said faintly. The young Imperial Emperor said faintly, "Follow me. I guarantee that whatever you want, I will present it to you at the first moment."
"Not interested," Jian Wushuang said concisely.
However, the young Imperial Emperor acted as if he did not hear him. He stretched out a finger and said, "In a hundred years, if you help me ascend to the throne, I'll completely divide this small world to you. Other than that, I can also agree to a few conditions."
"I said, not interested!" Jian Wushuang said coldly.
"You will agree to my conditions. I'm not some evil person. This is just a win-win situation." The young Imperial Emperor leaned back on the bed again, as if he had him under his control. "Although you call yourself an Itinerant Immortal, I can feel that you're leaving in such a hurry not because you're afraid, but because you're searching for something."
"However, in this Great Yan Huan, all Imperial Emperors and Derived Immortals are merely the most insignificant of grains of sand."
"Without a Heavenly Court, without any foundation, I dare to guarantee that you'll die very quickly, not to mention searching aimlessly."
The young Imperial Emperor stood up and approached Jian Wushuang, saying softly, "As long as you help me ascend to the throne, I'll definitely let you become an Imperial Emperor in this Great Yan Huan."
Jian Wushuang did not speak anymore, only looking at him coldly.
The young Imperial Emperor smiled playfully, then stretched out his palm from his luxurious robes and pressed it on his neck.
The iron plate, which had a great binding power, shattered with a loud sound.
The surging Derivation Power instantly filled his limbs and bones. The Derived Immortal Realm that had been restrained was completely released, and his entire aura rose to another realm.
Jian Wushuang looked at him deeply, then turned around and prepared to leave.
However, the moment he stepped out, purple-robed figures slowly walked out from the shadows on both sides of the huge hall.
Every purple-robed figure was filled with vast Derivation Power. There were no less than twenty Derived Immortals!
Jian Wushuang stood still on the spot. The young Imperial Emperor followed him and placed his palm on his shoulder. "I've already told you my ambitions and secrets. You also know what this means."
More than twenty Derived Immortals. Even if Jian Wushuang had completely released his realm and fought to the last moment, he would most likely not be able to break out of this encirclement. He would definitely die.
The threat was clear.
Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang turned around and said in a low voice, "Are you threatening me?"
"It's not a threat, but a clear attitude." The young Imperial Emperor shrugged. "This is a win-win situation. I really can't bear to let you leave."
"Only for a hundred years. No matter if it succeeds or not, I won't disturb you anymore. In return, I'll give you everything you want, including this entire six-heavens realm."
The huge hall was dead silent, only the flickering of the lanterns.
After a long while, Jian Wushuang said, "Alright."
A smile finally appeared on the young Imperial Emperor's pale face. "Very good. Welcome to the new world."
Jian Wushuang's expression was extremely calm. "A hundred years is the limit."
"Understood." The young Imperial Emperor nodded with a smile.
Walking out of the huge hall, a feeling of being separated from the world surged in Chun Qiu's heart.
The restriction that had bound him for an unknown number of years had been removed, which also meant that he was free from now on.
He did not expect the young Imperial Emperor to let him go so easily and did not even try to stop him.
He was probably the first former Emperor's Son to survive the young Imperial Emperor's hands.
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