One person's eyes were empty.
One person's mind was blank.
One person was crying.
And one person was watching someone else cry.
The atmosphere at the ferry that was supposed to be dominated by Shen Wushuang was extremely bleak.
Shen Wushuang, who didn't want to ascend again, had already returned to the Scryer Stage.
So when??? The footsteps approached and finally stopped. In the eyes of the cultivators of the two worlds and three regions, Shen Wushuang was still the number one Celestial Sovereign of the lower realms, Shen Wushuang.
So when they found out that Supreme, who was as strong as a Sage, was actually Xie Tian's war slave, they were extremely quiet.
Continue to stand on the side of Shen Wushuang, who strongly wanted to kill Xie Tian?
That was courting death.
So they decided to betray them and support the successor of the Evil Emperor?
Maybe that was also courting death.
Fortunately, they, who didn't even have the right to stand on the sidelines, were qualified to watch the show.
But these four people's motionless act made them feel at a loss.
What was going on?
The two sides reconciled?
It didn't seem like it.
Because the servant girl was seriously injured and the deity was crying.
Shen Wushuang wanted to kill Xie Tian?
It didn't seem like it.
Because Shen Wushuang didn't have a trace of killing intent.
"Fine, as you wish."
Seeing his son's empty eyes and tears, Shen Wushuang finally spoke in Silence.
At this moment, he realized that even if he had all kinds of despicable reasons, he couldn't beat his son's feelings for him.
If he continued to ignore the deity's feelings, he might really lose the deity.
Even if he succeeded and the truth was revealed.
"As I wish …"
The deity continued to look at Shen Wushuang and murmured, his voice even hoarser than Xie Tian's.
"He's not giving you what you wish," Xie Tian interrupted the deity's words. "He's giving me what I wish."
Unrivaled Combat God was slightly stunned when he heard that. He sighed to himself and turned to look at Xie Tian. There was a rare hint of gratitude in his calm eyes.
His words were addressed to the gods.
But after he said it, he realized that it was an inappropriate sentence that would worsen the relationship between father and son.
At this moment, Xie Tian spoke, resolving the situation.
No matter why Xie Tian spoke, he was grateful to Xie Tian.
"You have an extremely incomplete Grandmist Manifestation Physique, a trace of immortal emperor's talent. You didn't have a great teacher to guide you, nor did you have any cultivation resources. Yet, you managed to climb step by step from a mortal to the peak of the immortal realms. You are invincible among your peers, able to jump levels to fight, and even broke through the limits of the immortal realms …"
Hearing this, everyone felt like their minds were in a mess.
Shen Wushuang, who regarded the successor of the Evil Emperor as his mission to complete the [Execution of All Realms], actually praised Xie Tian?
"His temperament is even more stunning. He is calm, intelligent, affectionate, and distinguishes between gratitude and grudges …"
He could not help but sigh with emotion at the words' clearly distinguishing gratitude and grudges'.
Shen Wushuang believed that his experience was unparalleled. In his eyes, although Xie Tian was young and inexperienced, he often thought about things that others did not dare to think about, and his actions were evil and charming. In a comprehensive comparison, the two of them were equally intelligent.
It was precisely because he had this judgment from the beginning that he could not understand why Xie Tian, who was under his pressure, did not act against the gods.
He had once thought that this was Xie Tian's attempt to drive a wedge between them, and he had even dealt a heavy blow to Xie Tian because of this.
Only now did he understand that the other party was purely distinguishing gratitude and grudges.
Shen Wushuang was Shen Wushuang.
The gods were the gods.
Perhaps the gods had also sensed Xie Tian's sincerity toward him, and that was why they had turned against him.
This was not a conspiracy.
He could only attribute it to the words' clearly distinguishing gratitude and grudges'.
In sharp contrast, he himself was the one who was clearly distinguishing gratitude and grudges.
Under such a contrast, he was even more unsightly in the eyes of the gods …
As a result, he was on the verge of breaking off relations with the gods.
Thinking of this, Shen Wushuang suddenly had a guess.
This was not a conspiracy.
Could this be an overt conspiracy?
It seemed so.
However, even if he had become paranoid because he cared about the gods, he had to admit that if there was a 10% chance that this was an overt conspiracy, then Xie Tian's charisma of distinguishing gratitude and grudges accounted for 90%.
"A person like you is worthy of anyone's respect."
A faint sigh became Shen Wushuang's final sigh, but everyone who heard it felt like they had fallen into a fog.
Let Xie Tian have his way?
Shen Wushuang praised Xie Tian?
Shen Wushuang respected Xie Tian?
No one knew why this was happening.
No one knew what would happen next.
However, everyone knew that what would happen next would definitely change the situation in the Celestial Realm.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh …
At the ferry, the sacred wind blew for the third time, and the cliff began to slide again.
At this moment, the servant girl moved.
However, just as she moved, Shen Wushuang did not even look at her and pressed his palm toward her.
Divine fire surged out of his palm.
The divine fire surged and turned into nine dragons.
The nine dragons formed a cage, trapping the servant girl tightly.
"Shen Wushuang, if you have the guts, fight with me!"
"How dare you bully Xie Tian!"
"How shameless! Even your son is ashamed of you! "
"Let go of me!"
…
The cage fire burned the servant girl. It did not kill her, but it burned her skin and flesh, and her whole body was charred.
Because of Xie Tian's empty, bloody eyes, she completely forgot the pain and forgot to scream.
But everyone also forgot her because of what she shouted.
"God, Shen Wushuang wants to fight Xie Tian?"
"What, what kind of joke is this?"
"One is not even a supreme, and the other is the number one immortal in the Celestial Realm, the Celestial Lord …"
…
Everyone was dumbfounded by this extremely unbalanced battle between their cultivation bases.
Sadly, they still did not know that Shen Wushuang could become a sage at any time.
"It should be a fight at the same level, right?"
Finally, someone said what he thought was a more realistic guess, and then …
Countless pairs of strange eyes fell on him.
At this time, Shen Wushuang spoke.
"In the same level, I'm afraid only two prodigies with 30% of the Emperor's talent, or a level one duke from the Ancient Blood Hall, can be your opponent."
Shen Wushuang looked at Xie Tian and said in Silence, "I am not your opponent."
Even though they had already guessed this, such honest words coming from Shen Wushuang's mouth made Xie Tian even more stunning.
"Invincible in the same level!"
"I can't imagine that a cultivator from the Lower Realm can be compared to a prodigy with 30% of the Emperor's talent and a level one duke!"
"Could it be that Shen Wushuang plans to suppress his cultivation level to the first level of Dao Enlightenment …"
…
"If you don't mind," Shen Wushuang continued, "I will fight you at level six of Dao Enlightenment."
As soon as these words came out, everyone swayed and almost fell down.
Level six of Dao Enlightenment!
A peak middle-stage supreme right off the bat!
"Unrivaled Combat God, you think too highly of him."
Zuoqiu Heng sighed and couldn't help but touch the cheek that Xie Tian slapped.
"Perhaps for Xie Tian, who doesn't even care about the clone of a Sage, this is normal …"
Normal.
Xie Tian's breathing, heartbeat, and expression didn't change at all because of this sentence.
He just touched his chest after hearing this and walked toward Shen Wushuang.
One step.
Two steps.
Each step was faster than the last.
It turned into running.
He ran so fast that the void distorted.
But in the next moment, everyone realized that it wasn't Xie Tian's speed that distorted the void, but …
Battle intent.
Battle intent that merged with vanity.
They couldn't see it at all.
Until because of running, the void was dragged by the battle intent and distorted.
Realizing this, everyone suddenly felt suffocated.
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