908 Major Changes, Choices

At this moment, his expression suddenly changed, and his eyes showed inexplicable fear.

A blade pierced through his body, and a wisp of black demonic energy tried to escape, but it was met with a thunderous roar.

"It hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts so much!" came a rough, hoarse voice.

In an instant, under the bombardment of Samadhi True Fire and thunder, the entire clone turned to ashes.

The fire instantly engulfed the surrounding carved railings and painted beams, the flames were like oil poured on them, and black smoke rose straight into the sky.

Elder Bai and Elder Tong were staring in astonishment when, in that instant, the sect leader died.

Elder Tong felt a strange sense of pleasure.

But then he saw his head fly high into the air. What happened?!

In disbelief, Elder Bai saw his own head fly up and see Elder Tong's head in the sky.

The moment the soul escaped, bolts of lightning struck down, instantly shattering the illusion.

He Chen spread his divine sense, and further away were two figures, who were also clones.

He Chen smiled slightly. Today is a good day. Since you're here, don't leave.

My murderous intent is all for the sake of reducing the sins you mortals suffer.

The domain was activated, covering an area of ​​a hundred miles in radius, instantly dragging the two into it. With an incredibly fast strike, the two naturally had to be on guard!

However, there was no time to dodge; it was faster than Emperor Wu's conscious thought!

One slash killed one of them, and three more slashes appeared in the void almost simultaneously, piercing into Emperor Wanwu's body.

Suddenly, a burst of thunderous fire erupted, causing his entire body to be engulfed in a catastrophe, his soul annihilated, and his physical body utterly destroyed!

Inside the magnificent manor where the old man of the Wan family was in seclusion, an unnamed fire, like magma, spread instantly.

Almost in no particular order.

The palace where Emperor Ye Wu was in seclusion was now engulfed in flames and thunderous roars, as if a tribulation of lightning had struck!

Within the domain, Night Martial Emperor had nowhere to hide. He was killed by He Chen with a single strike, but Night Martial Emperor's last counterattack had no effect on anyone.

They couldn't even touch He Chen's skin!

The palace was engulfed in flames, turning the sky red; thousands of homes were ablaze, and even the heavens seemed to bleed.

"The ancestor is still inside. The ancestor is still inside."

An old man with abundant inner energy was about to fly in to investigate.

The lightning and flames touched his body, instantly turning him into fragments and ashes, before he could even scream.

"Elder, Elder!" It was the eldest grandson of the Elder, who felt as if his world had collapsed upon seeing the Elder's death.

The surrounding disciples' eyes immediately darkened. If this was the result of their ancestor's death, then all the trouble he had caused over the years was truly gruesome.

Those who have killed, harmed, and forcibly taken beautiful women will likely find their nights restless.

Elder Yun stood in mid-air, watching quietly, showing no intention of going to investigate, as that area was not under his jurisdiction.

His eyes flashed with surprise and doubt; that direction was the imperial palace and the Wan family's residence.

Hurried footsteps approached, and the scout, drenched in sweat, dared not delay for even a moment.

"General, it was just rumored that the secluded cultivation place of Emperor Ye Wu and Emperor Wan Wu suddenly caught fire, and neither of them has been seen to emerge."

Moreover, when the Wan family's Grand Elder went in to investigate, he was burned to ashes before he could fly very far.

Elder Yun's gaze remained unchanged, but he was extremely cautious.

"Issue an order for immediate alert. Everyone, investigate any unusual activity over the past four weeks."

"Yes, General." With that command, thunder roared, and gleaming armor sprang forth swiftly, sealing off the northern region of the royal city.

The master of the Pill Hall, Xia Qianfei, also received the news. His expression remained unchanged, but a slight hint of joy appeared in his eyes.

[If both Emperor Wanwu and Emperor Yewu are dead, then no one can force me.]

Emperor Qianwu stared at his former fellow cultivator with a look of surprise and doubt. Now they had parted ways and it seemed they had never been integrated.

He remained still, a cup of hot tea in hand, like a wealthy young master.

He thought to himself, "These are turbulent times. One after another, the Martial Emperors have perished. Must I make another choice? What a helpless situation!"