Ye Futian stood there, bathed in the divine light. Even he didn't understand what was happening.
In Ye Futian's perception, the tumbling blood in his body seemed to have turned golden. There seemed to be a golden figure there, like the figure of an emperor.
In his perception, the figure was very blurry. He couldn't see its face clearly, but he could feel its temperament. It was high and mighty, insufferably arrogant. The endless emperor's light also erupted from here, enveloping his body.
The figure walked in his body, getting closer and closer. It seemed to have walked into his mind. The aura also grew stronger. Ye Futian wanted to see its face clearly, but he still couldn't.
He was wondering who had left an emperor's will in his body.
Could this have something to do with his past?
However, at this moment, he had no time to think too much. The emperor-like figure seemed to be dancing, punching and slapping. Every movement contained the aura of an emperor. As the figure moved, Ye Futian felt the blood in his body roaring, and so did his Life Spirit. The aura of his entire body was rising crazily. It was a power that did not belong to him.
His life spirit was like a divine tree, madly devouring the Spiritual Qi in the world. His aura was changing. He felt his body filled with endless power. Every movement of the emperor's figure seemed to be imprinted in his mind. Hua Jieyu was in Ye Futian's arms.
Hua Jieyu was in Ye Futian's arms, so she naturally saw the changes in Ye Futian. She, who had been ready to die, was stunned at the moment. The light around Ye Futian was too dazzling, like a real emperor. Although she had never seen Emperor Luo before, she knew that Emperor Luo would not have such an aura. It was as if he was the destined emperor.
She suddenly thought of the fortune Minister Zuo had calculated for her. She also thought of Ye Futian's question to Nandou Tai. At this moment, she finally understood what the fate of an empress meant. She also understood Minister Zuo's laughter when she asked if Ye Futian had returned from the City of Qingzhou.
So this was the true meaning of her fate.
They were destined to be together.
Thinking of this, Hua Jieyu's eyes reddened, and another tear rolled down her cheek. Fate had not betrayed her. Thinking of this, her beautiful eyes became even more determined. If this was fate, then there was nothing in the world that could stop them from being together.
The man she loved was the true destiny of an emperor. He was born to be like this.
Xia Fan stared at the scene in front of him in shock. His sinister smile had long frozen in place. The strange scene in front of him had completely overturned his thoughts.
What is this?
Why was it that when the spear pierced into Ye Futian's body, not only did it not kill him, but it also made him so beautiful, like he had transformed into an emperor and was bathed in the dazzling light of an emperor? Who could tell him what was going on?
He had never seen or heard of anything that was happening in front of him. This did not make sense at all. Cultivators had to take things one step at a time. It was impossible for their powers to skyrocket. Even if a cultivator had left something on Ye Futian's body, what level of a cultivator would be able to do it?
Xia Fan did not know. His expression was ferocious as he yelled at the two Dharma Plane cultivators in front of Ye Futian, "Kill him!"
The two Dharma Plane cultivators were also stunned. They looked at the changes in Ye Futian's body in shock. When they heard Xia Fan's yell, cold murderous intent flashed in their eyes. The spear condensed from Spiritual Qi and the terrifying flaming palm simultaneously rushed towards Ye Futian.
However, this time, they were unable to hit Ye Futian. At this time, the light of an emperor around Ye Futian seemed to have turned into a blurry figure. The figure of an emperor, surrounded by the light of an emperor. The spear and the palm were all blocked by the light of an emperor. They could not get close to Ye Futian.
At this moment, not only did the two of them change their expressions, but Xia Fan and the surrounding cultivators also looked extremely grim. They had a bad feeling about this.
Many Life Spirits disappeared, leaving behind only the World Tree Life Spirit. The World Tree swayed in the air like a divine tree. Rustling sounds could be heard as vines grew out of the divine tree and swept towards the two cultivators in the Dharma Plane behind Ye Futian at an extremely fast speed.
The two of them were shocked. The spear and the flame burst out at the same time, wanting to destroy the vines. However, the vines that were sweeping towards them seemed to be indestructible. In an instant, they were swept into the air. With a rustling sound, the tiny branches and leaves pierced through their bodies. In the void, blood rained down.
Ye Futian slowly turned around. He raised his head and looked at Xia Fan. His eyes seemed to have turned golden, like the eyes of an emperor.
"You are not Ye Futian. Who are you?" Xia Fan felt his heart tremble. It was too strange. At this moment, Ye Futian was exuding the aura of an emperor, but it did not belong to him at all.
"What do you think?" Ye Futian said coldly. Then, wings appeared behind him. With a flap of the beautiful wings, he floated up and carried Hua Jieyu towards Xia Fan.
Inside him, the emperor-like figure was still dancing. Every movement was imprinted in his mind. At the same time, it activated the aura around him, making him even stronger.
Ye Futian also understood that this power did not belong to him. But at least at this moment, it belonged to him.
"Kill, kill him." Xia Fan stepped back and ordered the people around him. The hearts of those people trembled and some did not dare to move forward.
"Go!" Xia Fan roared. He retreated quickly and actually turned around to escape towards the battlefield behind him. There were Arcana Plane cultivators there. Perhaps there was a chance of survival.
Vroom. Ye Futian's wings spread open behind him. Those terrifying wings seemed to be cutting through space, making an ear-piercing sound. In just an instant, Ye Futian had arrived in front of the surrounding cultivators. His body did not stop at all. He streaked across like a bolt of lightning, and the sound of popping was incessant. Then, the space was filled with blood, and screams were incessant.
"Uncle-Master!" Xia Fan seemed to have a premonition of what was happening behind him. He roared and ran forward, shouting, "Save me!"
An Arcana Plane cultivator noticed what was happening here. He left the battlefield and ran towards Xia Fan. He passed by Xia Fan and went for Ye Futian.
This figure was one of Xia Feng's juniors. He was a swordsman in the Arcana Plane. His sharp sword shone brilliantly and stabbed towards Ye Futian. He did not know why Ye Futian had undergone such a transformation, but at the moment, he did not have time to think about the reason. There was only one thing he wanted to do, and that was to kill him.
"Take a rest first," Ye Futian said to Hua Jieyu gently. The vines wrapped around Hua Jieyu and pulled her behind him. The endless vines formed a wooden bed to make Hua Jieyu as comfortable as possible.
Then, Ye Futian raised his fist and punched towards the sword that was coming at him. This punch was not a battle technique that he had cultivated. It was synchronized with the movements in his mind. When he punched, it seemed to be natural. The endless power of the emperor around him blasted forward. Suddenly, a frightening storm was formed and it swept away the sword will that was coming at him.
The swordsman's expression was extremely ugly. But he did not have time to think. Ye Futian danced in the void and punched a second time. It was a simple punch, but it seemed to gather the power of heaven and earth and the will of the emperor. An illusion of an emperor was attached to his body, and the punch was synchronized with his movements.
The power of an emperor made all living things submit. It was unstoppable.
The swordsman was shocked. The endless power of the emperor's punch swept towards his body. Then, there seemed to be an explosion in the sky. The swordsman of the Arcana Plane was directly smashed into pieces. Not even his bones were left.
"No …" Xia Fan was horrified at the scene. He felt hopeless. His Uncle-Master, an Arcana Plane swordsman, was killed by Ye Futian with one punch. His body collapsed and turned into nothing. Xia Fan trembled. There was no longer any evil smile in his eyes, only deep fear.
However, Ye Futian felt that the emperor's will in his body seemed to have reached a peak. His dancing body gradually slowed down, as if it could end at any time.
This made Ye Futian feel that the emperor's will in the end could not last forever. There was not much time left for him.
Moreover, the emperor's will that appeared was probably teaching him a set of cultivation methods.
Thinking of this, his wings flapped again. His speed was unbelievably fast. In an instant, he joined Nandou Wenyin, Tang Lan, and the others in the battlefield. His wings cut through the void, and there were continuous sounds of cracking. Cultivators below the Arcana Plane could not withstand a single blow from Ye Futian.
Although Nandou Wenyin and Tang Lan were also shocked by Ye Futian's change, they knew what they had to do at the moment. They fought together with Ye Futian.
Ye Futian continued to throw punches and palms. Each punch and palm print contained a powerful emperor's aura. The cultivators who were chasing after him fell one after another, and there were many corpses on the ground.
In no time, only two cultivators of the Arcana Plane were left. They turned around and wanted to escape. At this moment, Ye Futian was too strong. They could not win at all.
Ye Futian's body flashed and his body spun slightly. Then, he punched out like lightning. The aura of the fist pierced through the air and exploded a body. The will of the emperor became even stronger at that moment. Looking at the last body that was trying to escape, Ye Futian punched out a palm print across the air. The emperor's palm print destroyed everything and chased after the body, shattering it into pieces.
Except for Xia Fan, everyone else was killed.
Nandou Wenyin and Tang Lan looked at Ye Futian in shock. The emperor's will at this moment rose to the extreme. The emperor's light that was hundreds of meters tall swayed brilliantly.
Ye Futian did not pay attention to their gazes. Instead, he walked towards Xia Fan. Xia Fan retreated bit by bit. His eyes were filled with endless fear.
"Let me go. I will promise you anything you want," Xia Fan said to Ye Futian.
With a rustling sound, the vines wrapped around Xia Fan's body. His hands, feet, and neck were tied up, and his body was suspended in the void.
"No …" Xia Fan seemed to know what was about to happen. He let out a terrified roar. He wanted to struggle, but it was impossible.
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