"It's really hard to imagine the depth of the Parting Hatred Palace. You guys even managed to find an expert that could play the Primordial Lost Sound."
The Dragon stood a little lower in the air. His gaze slowly moved away from the platform where the Primordial Lost Sound was placed, and landed on Ji Polu. "Looks like it's not too much to prepare."
Ji Polu looked down at the Dragon coldly. "What is the purpose of the Fengtian Sect's scheming?"
"Tyrant doesn't need to know." The Dragon said indifferently.
Ji Polu instantly lost interest in talking. He slowly raised his hand and clenched it. An uncountable amount of fist energy burst forth from the void, and the void within a radius of a few hundred meters exploded with "peng peng peng peng" sounds.
Following that, the two of them engaged in another round of "competition". In reality, the angered Ji Polu was one-sidedly suppressing the Dragon. The latter could only defend and had no strength to retaliate.
Until the Six Stars of Radiant Sun descended from the sky like a scorching sun.
What kind of blazing meteor was that?
It was simply indescribable with words. The moment it appeared, everyone thought that the sky had brightened, that the warm sun had appeared, that the long and arduous night had finally passed, and that the future would be ushering in the light.
But very quickly, they realized that wasn't the case. Because the rising sun couldn't possibly be hot enough to make people sweat.
Every single warrior on the battlefield who was already drenched in sweat felt as though they had fallen into a blazing hell. Every breath was a type of torture. Large amounts of dehydration made them want to collapse right there and then. It didn't matter even if they would sink into eternal darkness.
"Six Stars of Radiant Sun. Please enlighten me, Tyrant!" Long Xiang retreated a certain distance and stood on the city wall.
Ji Polu raised his head and glanced at the sky. For the first time, sparks appeared on his fist.
It was also sparks. The orange-red sparks looked extremely bright, just like how top-grade firewood looked when it was burning. Moreover, it became denser and denser, denser and denser, until it was like a ball of magma. Only then did he strike out fiercely.
That ball of magma initially didn't rise quickly, but it gradually became a meteor.
The comparison between the two meteors was like an ant trying to shake a tree. The lava was only the size of a small fist, while the Six Stars of Radiant Sun was like a blazing sun descending from the sky.
In the blink of an eye, the magma was so fast that only its afterimage could be seen. When it crashed into the scorching sun, the scorching sun actually cracked open, followed by a burst of dazzling fire. It was like a huge firework that exploded in the air, turning into countless small meteors that fell from the sky.
Those small meteors also seemed to have astonishing destructive power, but halfway through, they exploded into even more broken rocks, scattering in all directions.
The sky went from being as bright as day to falling back into darkness in just a few breaths of time.
This was a cultivator of the seventh realm, a god-like figure.
As Yan Li played the Primordial Lost Sound, his heart was filled with fascination. With enough zhenqi to spare, he played to his heart's content, causing the four followers of the Fengtian Sect to suffer unspeakably. It was even more difficult to resist than the devilish music piercing their ears.
At this moment, his gaze suddenly went past the walls of the Parting Hatred Palace, and he saw two figures, one big and one small.
As soon as these two figures appeared, his heart sank, and a bad premonition spun endlessly in his mind.
Not only him, but Ji Polu's face also showed a different emotion for the first time. "You're here."
These three words revealed indescribable complex emotions, such as regret, nostalgia, sadness, and guilt.
The figure that was so far away that it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman, just slowly pulled out something from its waist. It looked like a dagger or a dagger, but it was too dark to be seen clearly.
"Take it."
With just these two words, the person had already slashed through the air.
There was no movement in the air, but Yan Li's eyebrows twitched. He felt an incomparably strong conviction suddenly filling the entire Parting Hatred Palace.
He could no longer tell if it was hatred or resentment, but he knew that the intensity of the emotion was like ten thousand galloping horses.
Yan Li thought of the sword that killed Aguba in China. It was also because of the convergence of various emotions that caused it to boil to the extreme.
With this feeling, it was enough to determine that it was hidden within the intent!
"Alright!" Ji Polu only spat out this one word, and he had already rushed out of the walls of the Parting Hatred Palace.
Boom!
His huge body seemed to have collided with something, and an earth-shattering sound rang out. It was so loud that it broke the eardrums of the people nearby, including those followers of the Worship Heaven Sect.
Yan Li was far away, but he could still feel the extreme pressure that was about to push him into the depths of the ground. His heart felt like it was about to be pushed out of his chest by the huge pressure. Not to mention breathing, even his consciousness was sinking endlessly.
Then, an entire wall of the Parting Hatred Palace was instantly destroyed by the aftermath of the attack.
The aftermath continued to spread, but it was no longer important.
This was because the point where the two collided was suddenly filled with an immeasurable amount of force. The main road in front of the Parting Hatred Palace that was dozens of steps wide, across the entire Luo Jing City, and dozens of miles long, suddenly cracked and caved in. For a moment, it was as if the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking.
The two of them had only exchanged a single move, but the main road that was dozens of miles long had turned into a river that was large enough to divert water. Regardless of the effect, just that terrifying control alone was enough to stun everyone.
One should know that the aftermath of the force did not have eyes. If it wanted to be round, it would be round. If it wanted to be square, it would be square. It would not purposely turn the main road into a river.
By the time everyone recovered their senses, they could no longer see the shadows of those two people.
At the same time, an indescribable collision sound came from the infinitely high sky.
A shadow fell rapidly and crashed onto the throne in the square.
When everything returned to normal, under the gaze of everyone, the smoke and dust dispersed, revealing Ji Polu, who was sitting on the throne with disheveled hair and coughing blood continuously.
The other person, along with the small shadow, had already disappeared.
"Father!" Ji Hyun-woon's heart trembled. In his memory, Ji Polu had never been in such a sorry state. His heart suddenly filled with endless panic, because he could not imagine a world without Ji Polu.
He endured the pain and ran over on all fours. Tears welled up in his eyes. "You will be fine, right? You will be fine, right? "
Ji Polu slowly raised his head. His cold face instantly revealed a gentle light. He raised his hand lightly and pressed on Ji Hyun-woon's head. "Xuan Yun … You can already … take charge …"
"I don't want to take charge. I want father to be well!" Ji Hyun-woon bit his lower lip.
"This world is fair …" Ji Polu vomited blood as he stuttered. "It gave … you … something … so it must … take … something … away …"
He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the sky, at the deeper darkness. "Look …"
The deeper darkness was like the last struggle before dawn.
At this moment, it was the darkest moment of the day.
Ji Hyun-woon raised his head. It wasn't because the darkest moment had arrived, but because it was a meteorite.
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