Li Yao was still running, but at that moment, there seemed to be swords falling from the sky, directly blocking his way forward.
A mighty pressure swept out. Li Yao suddenly turned around and slammed his palm toward Ye Futian, who was chasing after him. His arm turned into an extremely holy five-clawed golden dragon, which descended right in front of Ye Futian and slammed down. It was extremely sudden.
Obviously, Li Yao was not willing to wait for death. He was also a Saint, and even if he could not defeat Ye Futian, he still wanted to fight.
At that moment, his face was slightly twisted, and there was despair mixed with anger.
His eyes seemed to want to fight to the death with Ye Futian.
The Halberd of Time and Space was like a bolt of lightning, directly piercing out. With a loud roar, the huge five-clawed golden dragon's body exploded into pieces, but Ye Futian's body did not stop. He directly crossed the void and descended in front of Li Yao.
As soon as the halberd was unleashed, time and space seemed to have frozen. Li Yao roared, and the void shook. He took a sudden step forward, and a boundless phantom appeared above his body. It was as if it was not his will, but a peerless Renhuang that rushed out from his mind.
At that moment, Ye Futian felt a strong sense of danger.
The surging will directly blasted toward him, and he seemed to feel the figure of a peerless Renhuang. Although it was only a wisp of spiritual will power, the violent hurricane that was set off still shook him, and at the same time, the will power rushed into his mind.
That will was incomparably majestic, and it was a real Renhuang, the existence that could wipe out all will.
"Boom!" Ye Futian's mind was hit hard, and his body flew out and fell directly to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his will was somewhat scattered.
Li Yao, who turned around, looked extremely gloomy, and glanced at Ye Futian on the ground.
His father had left a will and integrated it into his will, so that he could use it when his life was in danger. It was called the will of Renhuang. He did not know how powerful it was, but now that he saw this scene, he suddenly found hope in his despair. His eyes were full of malice, and he walked toward Ye Futian's body.
"Is he dead?"
If his father had destroyed Ye Futian's will with a will, it was possible that he could have been killed.
Seeing that Ye Futian did not move, Li Yao revealed a ferocious look. There was a cruel smile in his eyes.
He had always wanted to kill Ye Futian. This ant from the Nine States of the Lower Worlds had threatened him step by step.
But now, he was finally dead. Furthermore, he died in such a manner. What a drama!
A violent aura emanated from his body. He extended his hand and a terrifying five-clawed golden dragon appeared above Ye Futian's head.
Even if Ye Futian was lying there, he was going to kill him again.
"Die!" Li Yao roared, and the five-clawed golden dragon smashed down. Its sharp claws slammed into Ye Futian's body. The ground cracked, and dust flew.
Li Yao walked forward step by step, and he finally laughed, looking a little crazy.
However, in just an instant, his smile froze. Amidst the flying dust, a figure floated up.
A jade-green light appeared on Ye Futian's body. That was the power of life, and it was extremely dense.
Ye Futian opened his eyes. His deep eyes were like a bottomless abyss. Li Yao, who had been laughing maniacally, opened his mouth and looked at Ye Futian in shock.
How was it possible that he was not dead!
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Ye Futian's mouth, and his face looked a little pale. Compared to the attack that Li Yao had added, the thought of Renhuang had almost taken his life. If it had not been for the will of the emperor protecting his will, he would have been a dead man.
Li Yao was not the son that Emperor Li valued the most, and his cultivation was the weakest, but he still had the protection of Emperor Li.
"Pathetic."
Looking at Li Yao's ferocious eyes, Ye Futian spat out these two words indifferently. Above his body, there seemed to be the light of the Great Path shining. It was as if his flesh was the body of the Great Path, bathing in the light of catastrophe.
When he became a Saint, his flesh was also sanctified. His body was strong, and it was a true Saint's body. Attacks of the Saint Path of the same level could hardly shake his body.
Pathetic?
Hearing Ye Futian's sarcastic words, Li Yao felt a burst of sadness. He was the Prince of Dali, and Ye Futian called him pathetic.
Was it pathetic?
Of course it was.
The way Ye Futian looked at him now was the way he looked at Ye Futian all those years ago.
"Boom!" The light of catastrophe struck his body like the Great Path's Thunder Catastrophe. His soul trembled, and his body became numb.
But at this moment, he did not run. Even if he wanted to run, he would not be able to. How pathetic it was.
It seemed that the only way out for him was to die.
A loud shout was heard from afar. Ye Futian looked up at the sky and saw Yan Yuan holding the pattern of the Great Path in his hand. He was covered in blood. Yaya and Ji Yuan attacked at the same time. Yan Yuan, who was already severely injured, was unable to resist. Yaya was a Holiness of Nirvana back then.
At this moment, Yan Yuan turned around and looked at him. His eyes seemed to be a bit dim.
Sword will whizzed around Ye Futian. The Swords of Kasyapa pierced through Li Yao's body in an instant. In an instant, Li Yao was covered in blood. The sword will raged in his body. He grunted, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He almost lost his balance.
However, he did not die.
He looked up at Ye Futian and said, "Give me a quick death."
He thought that Ye Futian wanted to torture him and make him wish he was dead.
Boom. A handprint smashed down and lifted Li Yao. Ye Futian's eyes were red, and his murderous intent was terrifying.
"I also want to give you a quick death." Ye Futian's voice was a bit hoarse. It seemed that he was struggling inside.
Li Yao had killed his wife. That day in the Empty Realm, he had almost killed all of them. How could he not hate him?
He wanted to pierce his heart with thousands of swords.
But seeing Yan Yuan's determination and his eyes, and thinking of the meaning behind the battle between the eight Holiness of Nirvana, he forced himself to hold back.
If Li Yao died, what would happen to the Imperial Advisor of Dali?
If Li Yao died, it was very likely that a war between Dali Dynasty and Emperor Xia's Realm would break out.
Did Ye Futian have the right to start a war between two Renhuang Realms?
How could he?
That was why he was struggling.
Boom. The giant handprint lifted Li Yao's body. Ye Futian stepped forward and walked toward the battlefield.
In the distance, Lu Chuan saw Ye Futian grabbing Li Yao. He also stepped forward and followed him. Many battles around them stopped.
The space seemed to have returned to silence.
Ye Futian walked toward Yan Yuan's battlefield and called, "Yaya."
His voice was heard. Yaya and the others looked over and suddenly put their swords back. They stepped forward and came to Ye Futian's side. Ji Yuan also stopped and did not continue fighting.
Yan Yuan looked at Ye Futian. Although he was covered in blood, he still looked strong and indomitable.
He suddenly smiled, but there was a hint of sadness in his smile.
"I didn't expect to lose to you," Yan Yuan said. His expression was extremely complicated, and there were indescribable feelings.
Resentment? Not really. They all had their own standpoints.
Naturally, there was admiration.
That day when they parted in the Nine States, he had hit the mark.
In today's battle, he thought that he had prepared well, but Ye Futian still took down Li Yao.
"There is no winning or losing." Ye Futian sighed and said, "Let's go to Qianye City."
Yaya waved her hand, and suddenly the sword floated in the air. They stepped on it, and the sword pierced through the air, heading into the distance.
Lu Chuan walked to Yan Yuan's side and heard Yan Yuan say in a low voice, "No wonder the Master admires him so much."
"Brother, he might not kill him," Lu Chuan said. Yan Yuan looked at Lu Chuan and heard Lu Chuan say, "He killed his wife. If he wanted to kill him, he would have done it already."
Yan Yuan looked up at Ye Futian's disappearing figure and said, "Let's go."
As soon as he finished speaking, he strode forward.
Lu Chuan stood beside Yan Yuan and looked at the Eldest Brother. He sighed inwardly.
Li Yao was lost in the hands of the Eldest Brother.
If Ye Futian had killed Li Yao, the Eldest Brother would have been the first to bear the blame. However, the Eldest Brother must have been thinking about the Master.
…
In Qianye City, the battle was still going on. It was extremely violent.
Even the battlefields of the top figures were getting closer.
The Swordmaster of Lihen had wounded Cao Kong, but Cao Kong's demonic powers were incredible and he was extremely tenacious. He still refused to retreat and chased the Swordmaster all the way to the battlefield of the Imperial Advisor and the Great Shaman.
The Prince Regent, on the other hand, fought his way to the center of Qianye City after pushing Lu You back.
Six Holiness of Nirvanas were fighting in the sky. Countless people in Qianye City were watching the battle from below, and their hearts were pounding.
Many Saint Realm experts had fallen on the battlefield at this moment.
The Imperial Advisor of Dali was in no mood to fight anymore. Yaya had opened up the Ancient Road of Swordsmanship and traveled through the void. She must have gone to Li City. No one knew what Yan Yuan would do and whether or not he could block that sword.
"Li Yao has been taken, and you still don't want to stop?" At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded. Many cultivators who were fighting were stunned. Many people looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was a demonic beast.
"My Lord has taken Li Yao and is returning," the Black Wind Condor continued. The Imperial Advisor of Dali shouted, and the minds of countless cultivators on the battlefield shook violently.
Many cultivators on the vast battlefield parted involuntarily. It was as if the shout had stopped the battle.
The Imperial Advisor of Dali looked at the battlefield. He actually did not want this battle to happen, but he had no choice.
Now, Li Yao had been taken down by Ye Futian?
Yan Yuan had been guarding him on purpose. How was he now?
PS: I recommend a new fantasy book by a friend, Controlling Calamity. If you are interested, you can read it.
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