Ye Futian brought Wang Xiao's body to another space. At this time, Wang Xiao did not have the divine weapon in his hand. How could he fight against Ye Futian? He was unable to resist at all. He was frozen by the power of Yin.
In the void, the frozen Wang Xiao's eyes were still open, but his thoughts had slowed down. He looked at Ye Futian in despair.
Could he not be killed?
He focused all his attention on Mo Qingge. He wanted to kill Mo Qingge first, and then Ye Futian. He had taken a full blow from Ye Futian. He thought that he could survive. After all, he had forged a divine body, an indestructible body.
But he had clearly missed it. He had underestimated Ye Futian's strength. His carelessness had caused his hand to be cut off. His arm was cut off, and he lost the imperial weapon. At this time, that weak thought was still controlling the connection between him and the imperial weapon. Terrible divine light spread out from afar.
In Mo Qingge's direction, he used the power of the Great Path of Space to restrain the Imperial Weapon. However, he discovered that the Imperial Weapon directly pierced through the air and tore apart his power of space. Moreover, the extremely powerful shockwaves once again struck him. Mo Qingge could only watch helplessly as the Imperial Weapon left.
Ye Futian naturally felt the terrible aura coming from there. He did not expect that at this point, Wang Xiao could still maintain a connection with the imperial weapon.
Boom! Another terrifying palm print slammed towards Wang Xiao. How could the already fragile Wang Xiao withstand such an attack?
What was even more frightening was that Ye Futian did not stop. Countless beams of sword light gathered in the void. Divine swords appeared, covering the space. Ye Futian stared at Wang Xiao.
Could he not be killed?
Today, he wanted to see if this peerless person could be killed!
"Kill!"
With one word, the sword fell. The terrible divine sword pierced through Wang Xiao's body, piercing him all the way down.
Boom!
Loud noises were heard as Wang Xiao's body was pierced into the ground. His physical body had been completely destroyed. Even so, Ye Futian had no intention of letting him go. Divine swords slashed down, destroying his spiritual soul.
Wang Xiao was connected to the imperial weapon. He did not want Wang Xiao to have a trace of life left. He wanted him to die completely.
Wang Xiao of Tianyan City, peerless under the Great Emperor?
If it weren't for the fact that he was carrying a Sovereign Armament, he wouldn't have been a match for Ye Futian at all. Regardless of whether it was back then or now, it wouldn't have taken so much effort to kill him.
At this moment, Ye Futian's body was surrounded by divine light. He looked down at the figure that had disappeared below, and he was frightened out of his wits. Back then, Wang Xiao had brought an imperial weapon to break through the Ziwei Segmentum, and countless cultivators had fallen at his hands. Just now, he had also mistakenly killed many cultivators from the Divine Prefecture.
Today, he had finally gotten his revenge.
Wang Xiao, the heir of Tianyan City and the successor of Tianyan the Great, had been killed.
In the air, a terrifying aura filled the air. It was the Divine Hammer of Shaking Sky. Waves of monstrous waves swept out. This was the pressure of the Divine Hammer itself. Ye Futian looked up at the Divine Hammer of Shaking Sky. This Divine Hammer contained the will of the Great Emperor and existed within it. Therefore, he had no intention of taking it.
It was too dangerous. They would most likely be killed by the Sovereign Armament before they could even obtain it.
Another silhouette descended. It was Mo Qingge. When he saw the scene in front of him, his expression froze. Then, he looked at Ye Futian.
He was really killed.
Ye Futian had killed Wang Xiao.
Ye Futian had fulfilled his promise. After he had suffered a blow, Ye Futian had killed Wang Xiao and ended the battle.
"Although Wang Xiao is dead, I'm afraid we can't take this imperial weapon away," said Mo Qingge, looking at the imperial weapon shining with imperial glory in the air.
"Hmm." Ye Futian nodded. He had not had any hope in the first place. He looked at Mo Qingge and said, "Thank you for your help, senior. If it were not for your finger, I would not have had the chance to kill Wang Xiao today."
Although there was a grudge between them and the Evil Emperor Realm, they had worked together in this battle. Killing Wang Xiao was a meritorious deed for both of them.
"He is my enemy. There is no need to be polite. Besides, you killed Wang Xiao yourself," said Mo Qingge carelessly. "Now that Wang Xiao is dead, the Divine Prefecture will definitely see you as an enemy. Why don't you join our camp and lead the Ziwei Segmentum into the Divine Prefecture? In the future, we will occupy the Divine Prefecture."
Tianyan City's actions were actually pushing Ye Futian to join their camp.
Even if Ye Futian did not join them, he had already become enemies with many forces in the Divine Prefecture. Moreover, the two sides had started a war. Ye Futian had killed their strongest person, Wang Xiao. What would the Divine Prefecture Coalition Army think?
Ye Futian could not turn back. There was no turning back.
"I don't want to get involved in disputes for now. Killing Wang Xiao is just a grudge between me, Wang Xiao, and Tianyan City," replied Ye Futian. Although he had killed Wang Xiao, he was still very clear that he had no right to be involved in this war.
What was the point of being involved in a war between imperial forces that was not an imperial force?
It was no different from seeking death.
Mo Qingge glanced at Ye Futian. It was a good situation.
"I'm afraid you don't have a choice," said Mo Qingge indifferently. Mo Qingge said indifferently. After that, he turned around and walked away, leaving the place. He didn't even look at the Imperial weapon again.
Ye Futian did the same. He turned and walked away, disappearing.
…
At this time, on the battlefield of the Divine Prefecture, the moment Wang Xiao died, the City Lord of Tianyan City shouted angrily. His face was pale.
"Wang Xiao!" He looked up into the distance. His heart trembled.
Wang Xiao was dead!
He stood there with a look of despair in his eyes. How was this possible? How could Wang Xiao, who had an imperial weapon in his hand, die?
He was peerless below the imperial level. He was the heir chosen by his ancestor. A few years ago, his ancestor had passed on the power to him to reforge his physical body. He had even allowed his consciousness to merge with Wang Xiao's. In Wang Xiao's body was the "existence" of Tianyan the Great.
Under such circumstances, how could Wang Xiao die? How could he die?
"Wang Xiao has fallen." Many cultivators on the surrounding battlefield looked over. Seeing the reaction of the City Lord of Tianyan City, they knew that Wang Xiao had been killed.
This news was undoubtedly shocking. With the Sky Shaking Divine Hammer in his hands, Wang Xiao's threat was simply too terrifying. There was basically no one who could block his attacks. It was unknown how many people would die under the attacks of his divine weapon. Only Yan Guiyi could block his attacks head-on.
But such an existence, with an imperial weapon in his hand, had been killed. One could imagine the shock in the hearts of all the cultivators.
Was it Ye Futian who killed Wang Xiao?
At this time, in the void, two figures appeared one after another. One was Mo Qingge, and the other was Ye Futian.
Mo Qingge and Ye Futian came over. Wang Xiao had died in battle. This war should have been over, right?
But they did not know that after they left, the gorgeous and terrifying imperial weapon fell to the ground, stuck in the ground. Blood flowed from the ground and merged into the imperial weapon!
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