Feeling the cold murderous intent from Emperor Wu, Luo Zhengyang remained calm and confident.

And what he said was indeed true!

Emperor Wu suddenly stopped, gritting his teeth, but there was nothing he could do!

really!

He couldn't kill Luo Zhengyang, and Luo Zhengyang couldn't do anything to him. The strength of both sides was evenly matched.

But even though they are equally matched, everyone knows that Emperor Wu's true potential and terror are even slightly greater than Luo Zhengyang's!

After all, Luo Zhengyang is from the holy land. Whether it is the resources he possesses or the various means of inheritance, they are far superior to those of the Martial Emperor, and the environment for cultivation is much better.

But even so, Emperor Wu, a mortal man, can rely on himself to compete with the master of the holy land!

This strength and this kind of extraordinary talent are terrifying enough to be seen throughout the world. At the same time, it is precisely because of this that the Holy Land dares not underestimate him, and he has become a thorn in the Holy Land's side!

How could they possibly feel at ease if they couldn't use such a person for their own benefit?!

The battle is still going on, the roar shakes the void, and can still be heard clearly even in this independent space.

The shouts of the soldiers and people of Dayu fighting and their miserable screams before death made Emperor Wu tremble with fear, and his heart felt like it was being pricked by needles.

But he could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything!

"Prince! Prince!"

"Where is my son, the prince?!"

Emperor Wu's voice was like the roar of a trapped beast, a mixture of anxiety and anger.

He knew it very well.

At this point, if there is still hope for Dayu, it can only be in Crown Prince Lu Che!

That son who always creates miracles in desperate situations!

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