Jiang Jingtian and the rest tried their best to persuade Ye Qinghan, hoping that he could restrain himself. If he were to get angry now, he would be defeated sooner or later. After all, this was not a battle between Ye Qinghan and the four Realm Lords, but a ghost like Sui Potian. He could predict everything, so who could resist him?
Huhuhu!
Ye Qinghan's breathing was unstable, his eyes were red. He wanted nothing more than to fight Sui Potian to the death right now. However, the enemy was hiding in the dark, like a sinister viper that could rush out and bite him at any time. Moreover, it would be a fatal wound!
He was not alone. He still had this group of brothers who had followed him through hundreds of battles.
Ye Qinghan suppressed his anger and brought the eight of them to the Snow Country's Divine World.
After more than ten days, the Snow Country's Divine World was still in a state of panic. Although the four Realm Lords had only destroyed ten thousand li of the Saint City, it was enough to make the people of Snow Country panic.
After a few days, the closer they got to the Saint City, the harder it was for Ye Qinghan to control himself. His anger was burning, and his heartbeat was accelerating.
Shua!
Ye Qinghan leaped into the vicinity of the Holy City. Other than the broken walls, the rubble had been reduced to dust. Broken weapons and spears were scattered everywhere. Countless corpses were strewn everywhere, but even the most basic of appearances couldn't be distinguished.
Huhuhu …
Ye Qinghan breathed out a few mouthfuls of turbid air. His divine sense locked onto the broken zither. All the strings were gone, only half of the zither's frame was left. His hands trembled as he half-knelt beside the frame, holding the zither in his hands. Cold light flashed in his eyes as he scanned the surroundings, trying to find the corpses.
A broken spear was stabbed into the ground not far from the city wall. It was the spear in Zhi Ge's hands. The wounds on the corpse were shocking, but from the clothes, it was clear that it was Zhi Ge.
Even his soul had been erased. His head was smashed, and his flesh was badly mutilated!
There were deep ravines where blood and corpses were surging. A violent wind blew, and sand filled the air.
Shua!
Ye Qinghan rolled up a corpse from a wide and deep ravine. It was the corpse of the silver snake female cultivator. Even someone as strong as a fake Realm Lord did not have a complete corpse. Her clothes were tattered and she looked very miserable.
Whoosh!
Ye Qinghan leaped into the chasm and carried out intact corpses one after another. Some of them had been jolted to death, their souls dead. There were also some who had been severed by the sword qi, their vitality wiped out.
Jue Xin's corpse was also found. The rest had been reduced to a pile of flesh and blood. Clearly, none of the soldiers were Paramount Gods. At most, they were Giant Gods. Their fleshly bodies couldn't withstand the shockwaves of a Realm Lord's attack.
"My son had the imitation Feather Spirit Robe I made. Even if he died, he should have left behind a corpse. Ziyan had the Dragonscale Divine Robe on him, and with his powerful cultivation, it's impossible for him to die without a corpse!"
Ye Qinghan rushed into the river of blood and fished out corpses. When he found a complete corpse, he sent it into the air.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Ye Qinghan did not mind at all as he continued to rush into the bloody ditch to search for a complete corpse.
Jiang Jingtian and the others also joined in, each looking for a ravine. Master Kui Hu and the woman from the Spirit Race stood guard outside.
A large number of corpses were fished out, but Emperor Ye and the elite guards' corpses were nowhere to be found.
Ye Qinghan had already rushed to the deepest part of the bloody ditch and finally found a corpse. It had been pierced by a sword and nailed to death.
Ye Qinghan rushed over and used his soul sense to search for the corpse.
Five feet of white hair, dyed red with blood. His chest had been pierced by a divine sword, and the imitation Feather Spirit Robe had not been able to withstand the Realm Lord's attack. His face was pale and lifeless. His vitality and soul in his sea of consciousness had been crushed! Who else could it be but Emperor Ye?
"No — — —"
Ye Qinghan hugged Renhuang Ye as tears of blood streamed down his face. No matter how strong he was, he was powerless to reverse the situation. Renhuang Ye had suffered a single fatal blow from the Realm Master. All of his life force had been wiped out, and not even a trace of his will had survived.
"Son!"
Ye Qinghan's eyes were filled with tears of blood as he roared. Even his voice had changed. It was impossible to describe the grief and despair in his heart at this moment. In this life, he did not know how much he owed Emperor Ye. Who would have thought that this time, Emperor Ye would directly lose his life.
Ye Qinghan knelt on the ground and hugged Emperor Ye tightly. His head was on the ground, and his body was trembling. The blood in his body was rushing up, and the light in his eyes was getting redder and redder. His aura was ice cold, and no one could approach him.
Hiss — — —
Ye Qinghan let out a mournful cry. He could not even say a word.
Jiang Jingtian, Gu Qingyu, and the others were speechless. Especially Gu Qingyu. Only he knew that Emperor Ye's position in Ye Qinghan's heart was above everything.
At this time, Gu Qingyu saw that Emperor Ye seemed to be holding something in his right hand. He quickly reminded, "Qinghan, look at what Emperor Ye is holding."
Ye Qinghan was speechless for a long time. He also did not reply. His mind was in a mess.
No one dared to approach Ye Qinghan. At this moment, he could go crazy at any time. Anyone who dared to approach him would suffer a thunderous attack.
Everyone could only wait slowly.
Time passed little by little. The scorching sun set, and moonlight scattered over the mountains and rivers. It shone on Emperor Ye's pale face. Even though he had been dead for a long time, he still had a face that no one could look directly at.
Everyone's nose was a little sore, especially the women from the Spirit Race. Their tears could not stop falling.
The Realm Master was an existence that could not be resisted. But based on the current scene, Emperor Ye must have made a move and counterattacked. Even though he failed, it was enough to show his inner strength.
In the middle of the night, Ye Qinghan dispiritedly hugged Emperor Ye and leaned against a broken city wall. His eyes were lifeless.
After half a day, Ye Qinghan pried open Emperor Ye's right hand. He found a piece of parchment on it. There were only a few words scribbled on it.
"Ziyan has escaped!"
Ye Qinghan grinned bitterly. Then he cried bitterly, "You stupid woman. Why are you always so stupid?! How much do you want me to owe you before I feel at ease? "
"Qinghan, restrain your grief! We should be prepared. Supreme Shenwu and the others killed everyone in Holy City but did not stop us here. They must have other plans. We … "Gu Qingyu reminded in a low voice.
Ye Qinghan slowly raised his head and looked at Gu Qingyu. His mind was in a mess. How could he think of a plan?
"Help me bury these brothers. If there are intact corpses, bury them separately. Clean up the rest and build a cenotaph." Ye Qinghan said weakly.
"Okay!"
Gu Qingyu nodded. He, Jiang Jingtian, and Li Feng dug a deep pit along one of the blood trenches. They merged the rest of the trenches and formed a huge blood pit.
With Holy City as the tomb, Gu Qingyu took a mountain peak from afar and used it as a tombstone. Then the cenotaph was completed. Next, he built a few graves near it and buried Zhi Ge, Jue Wuxin, and the others.
Whoosh!
Ye Qinghan hugged Emperor Ye and slowly walked towards the distance.
"Brother Ye, where are you going?" Jiang Jingtian immediately asked.
"I'm sending you back to the great wilderness to the primal chaos realm." Ye Qinghan replied with a hoarse voice.
Gu Qingyu and the others looked at each other. They had a bad feeling. They immediately asked, "What about you?"
"I want to flatten the nine worlds!" Ye Qinghan suddenly widened his eyes and stared at the top of the sky. He emitted a cold aura.
"You will never have the chance to return!" Gu Qingyu roared, wanting to wake Ye Qinghan up.
But Ye Qinghan had already made up his mind. He calmly replied, "Then I won't return!"
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