In the air, Xia Fan's body was stretched straight. His hands, feet, and head.
His pants were wet and his face was pale. He closed his eyes and begged, "I know I was wrong."
In the City of Qingzhou, the first time he saw Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu by Qingzhou Lake, in his eyes, the young Ye Futian was just a small character that could be bullied at will. In Mount Tianyao, he saw Ye Futian's life as a toy, but now, Ye Futian was executing him.
Looking at Xia Fan's pitiful state, Ye Futian's expression was cold. There was no trace of pity.
The vines exerted force and began to pull.
"Ah …" Xia Fan roared, but it was only one sound. Blood rained down from the sky. Ye Futian didn't look at it. He turned around and hugged Hua Jieyu's body, who was being pulled towards him by the vines. Then, he walked towards Nandou Wenyin and Tang Lan. "Let's go back to the Guqin Gardens," he said.
The trembling in his body had already stopped, and the emperor-like figure gradually became illusory. The light released from his body gradually dimmed. Ye Futian put away his Life Spirit. Now, he did not think about anything else but one thing, and that was to survive.
This life was exchanged with Shifu's. Yi Xiang and the crane fought for it for him. He had to live.
"Let's go." Tang Lan nodded. She had a lot of questions, but she knew it wasn't the time to ask. The group rose into the air and flew towards the Guqin Gardens as fast as they could.
Not long after Ye Futian's group left, they saw a group of people rushing towards them. The people in the lead were the chief of the East Sea Prefecture, Xia Feng, and the vice headmaster of the School of the Emperor Star, Han Mo. Behind them were several strong cultivators from the Nandou clan.
Xia Feng's face turned ashen when he saw the corpses strewn all over the ground. These were the people of his Eastern Sea Prefecture. How could this happen?
How could Nandou Wenyin have such power?
Where was his son, Xia Fan?
Xia Feng looked at the corpses but could not find Xia Fan. Finally, his eyes landed on a head and his heart skipped a beat.
Trembling, Xia Feng walked over step by step. Looking at the horrified face, an extremely violent sword intent erupted from his body.
Han Mo and some people from the Nandou clan were stunned as well. How could this be?
With such a lineup, there was no doubt that they would be able to kill Nandou Wenyin and Ye Futian. Could it be that someone else was involved?
"Brother Xia, my condolences. The most important thing now is to kill the murderer and avenge Nephew Xia." Xia Feng's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light. He endured the pain and sensed the ripples in the air. He said, "The ripples haven't completely dissipated yet. They shouldn't have gone far. They will definitely return to the Guqin Gardens. Chase after them."
Han Mo's eyes flickered. He understood that Xia Feng's analysis made sense.
"Alright, we must make them pay with their blood," Han Mo said.
"If you meet them, kill them without mercy. I want to kill their entire family." Xia Feng's voice sounded like it came from hell. It was bone-piercingly cold, sending chills down people's spines.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Feng's body trembled and he soared into the sky on his sword. He was as fast as lightning and turned into a sword shadow.
"Bzzz …" In the distance, a violent sonic boom suddenly rang out. The void seemed to be on the verge of exploding. In the sky, a golden light descended. That terrifying speed was so fast that they couldn't even see what it was. It was too fast, so fast that it surpassed their perception.
"Watch out," Han Mo shouted. As soon as he finished speaking, the golden light descended from the sky.
"Boom!" There was an extremely violent sound and the ground split open. Then, under the shocked gazes of Han Mo and the others, Xia Feng, who had just soared into the sky, had a golden spear stuck in his body.
The spear had pierced through his body and nailed him to the ground from the sky. As powerful as Xia Feng was, he didn't even know who had attacked him.
Gulp … Xia Feng's eyes were wide open and he kept spitting out blood. He was nailed to the ground without moving. His hands were still trembling. At this moment, there was no longer any hatred. There was only endless pain and despair.
Han Mo and the people of the Nandou clan were trembling crazily. What, what was going on?
Not far away, there seemed to be a figure walking over slowly. He seemed to be very slow but in the blink of an eye, he appeared in everyone's field of vision, getting closer and closer.
It was a white-haired old man with a stooped back. He looked incredibly old, and his hands were clasped behind his back as he walked over to them. When Han Mo and the others saw this old man, they all began to tremble in fear. Was this old man the one who had done this?
"Whose family do you want to kill?" The old man slowly raised his head and looked at Xia Feng and Han Mo with his murky eyes.
"Senior, who are you?" Han Mo's voice was trembling.
"Me?" The old man raised his head and glanced at Han Mo. Then, a terrifying storm swept through the space. This storm contained a terrifying dark golden luster. It raged in the space and swept towards Han Mo and the others.
"Run!" Han Mo roared. He leaped into the air, trying to escape but the dark golden storm turned into a black hole that could devour everything. They were sucked into the storm and the entire space was in chaos. The black hole storm sucked Han Mo and the people of the Nandou clan into it.
"Senior, who are you? Why are you doing this?" the people of the Nandou clan asked.
The old man still stood there quietly as if he hadn't moved. He glanced at the people of the Nandou clan and said calmly, "The person you're after is my young master."
The people of the Nandou clan were shocked and shook their heads. "That's impossible."
With such a background, why would Ye Futian come to the City of Donghai alone, enter Donghai Academy, and learn from the Guqin Devil?
With such a background, why would he come to the Nandou clan alone?
Han Mo suddenly remembered that Ye Futian had spoken to the sky in the Nandou clan. At that time, everyone was confused but thinking about it now, his heart trembled. He knew that the old man's words might be true.
"Senior, we're just following the emperor's orders. We didn't really want to do anything to Ye Futian. Please forgive us." Han Mo was in despair. If he knew that such a terrifying person was protecting Ye Futian, he wouldn't have participated even if he died.
"Emperor's orders? What's that? " The old man looked at Han Mo. Han Mo had a feeling that the unreachable emperor in his eyes was nothing in the eyes of the old man.
"Disobeying the emperor's orders, my young master is being hunted. Tell me, what's the crime of killing my young master?" The old man continued. Han Mo's face paled. Disobeying the emperor's orders was a capital offense. If Ye Futian's background was even more noble than the emperor of the Nandou Nation, what crime was it for them to kill Ye Futian?
They couldn't escape death!
"Can you let me die knowing?" Han Mo was in despair.
"Alright." The old man nodded and said, "My young master is …"
After the old man finished speaking, Xia Feng, Han Mo, and the strong cultivators of the Nandou clan all looked as if they'd heard something unbelievable.
"That's impossible," a strong cultivator of the Nandou clan roared, trembling. How was this possible?
Who did the Nandou clan reject?
They didn't want to believe this was true.
"You can die now." The terrifying storm continued to corrode their bodies. The important figures of the East Sea Prefecture had no power to resist. Their bodies slowly turned into nothingness. Xia Feng, who was pinned to the ground, was the same. His spear turned into Spiritual Qi and disappeared.
"If that's the case, why didn't you do anything at the Nandou clan?" Han Mo roared.
The old man slowly raised his head and looked at the sky. He said solemnly.
"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the storm destroyed everything. Han Mo, Xia Feng, and the strong cultivators of the Nandou clan were turned into ashes. Not even their bones were left. They completely turned into dust.
The old man turned and knelt in the direction Ye Futian had left. He prostrated on the ground and buried his head in the ground. He was indeed the one who asked Ye Futian to go to the Nandou clan. How could he let others touch his woman?
But he didn't do anything. Unless Ye Futian really died, if Xia Feng and the others didn't catch up to Ye Futian, he still wouldn't appear.
He knew that people died and people were injured because of this.
But what was the point of this sacrifice?
On the path of an emperor, he needed to understand courage, responsibility, hardship, pain, and even despair. He needed to understand that other than himself, there was no one he could rely on. In order to control everything, he needed absolute power.
Even if Ye Futian hated him in the future, hated him for being cold-blooded and heartless, he would have no regrets. He would bear the sins.
All this was because he had a mission.
The 10,000th year of the Divine Prefecture Calendar was about to end. It was time for him to grow up.
He believed that one day, the young man would become the most dazzling existence in the Divine Prefectures of the East. He would be unparalleled because he was their son.
Slowly getting up, the old man's figure flashed and disappeared. It was as if he had never been there.
Not long after he left, a group of people arrived. Looking at the corpses on the ground, they were confused. Before, they saw people come here. Then, the space seemed to be filled with a layer of gray fog, blocking their vision. They couldn't see clearly what had happened.
What kind of battle had happened here? Who were these people who had died?
…
A group of strong cultivators arrived at the Nandou clan.
The person in the lead was Minister Zuo.
When Minister Zuo saw the mess at the banquet, his expression darkened. There were still some people here. Looking at them, he asked coldly, "What happened? Where are Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu? "
The people of the Nandou clan already knew who they were. Someone bowed and said, "Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu disobeyed the emperor's orders. Minister Hua and the Nandou clan are chasing them."
Minister Zuo's heart skipped a beat. Was he still too late?
"Are they injured?" Minister Zuo asked.
"Ye Futian's injuries are not serious. Hua Jieyu threatened to kill herself, so her injuries must be serious," someone else replied. Hearing this, Minister Zuo knew that there was no turning back. He raised his head and looked at the sky. After that, he laughed out loud, "I tried to change fate. Sadly, in the end, it was all for naught."
He had planned for Emperor Luo but the emperor's heart was unpredictable. Before, he had divined for the Nandou Nation. The nation's fate was declining and the country was unstable. After receiving that imperial edict, he divined again before leaving. Blood filled the sky.
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