Xuan Tianqi asked, beckoning the little girl over, "Did you call me? What's the matter?"
The little girl pulled a crying little boy next to her to Xuan Tian's side without any fear, unlike the others around her. Although humans respected the Holy Father, they did not dare to speak to him like that.
"Holy Father, Wan'er begs you for a favor!" This little girl was called Shangguan Wan'er. She was pretty and lovely, with a pair of beautiful big eyes that were lively and expressive, but they were full of hatred.
"Oh, what is it? As long as the Holy Father can do it, I will definitely grant your request." Xuan Tian was surprised. Suddenly, Wan'er pulled the little boy to kneel down and said, "Wan'er begs the Holy Father to avenge my brother and me. Wan'er's parents were killed by these monsters, and everyone in Wan'er's village was killed by them. Wan'er is powerless to do anything about it. I hope the Holy Father will kill these monsters for Wan'er."
It turns out that Wan'er and her family of four once lived a happy and fulfilling life, with a loving father and filial children. Their village had a population of about several hundred and the people were simple and honest. However, disaster struck suddenly. One day, several demons attacked the village, wielding sharp weapons and slaughtering the villagers. Seeing that Wan'er's mother was beautiful, they tried to rape her. Wan'er's mother refused to submit and committed suicide. Her father, enraged, rushed forward to fight the demons but was torn in two. Wan'er and her younger brother escaped by hiding in a deserted village. Later, when Nie Fengshi passed through their village, she followed him out. She and her brother vowed to avenge their parents. Today, when they met Xuan Tian, her brother was still a little afraid, but Wan'er was fearless and said that she wanted Xuan Tian to avenge her.
After listening to her story, Xuan Tian couldn't help but sigh. He reached out and stroked the two children's heads, then said to Wan'er, "Do you still remember who killed your parents?"
Wan'er looked up at the sky full of demon soldiers, and after a long time, she lowered her head and said to Xuan Tian, "I don't know, there are too many, I can't recognize them."
Xuan Tian touched the little boy's head again, bent down, and said gently, "What's your name?"
Seeing Xuan Tian's amiable demeanor, the boy grew bolder and said, "Holy Father, my name is Shangguan Jian'er. My father gave me this name. Is it nice?"
"It sounds beautiful, so beautiful. Shangguan Jian'er, do you know the murderer who killed your parents?"
“I don’t recognize them. They’re too ugly. I don’t know who’s who,” Shangguan Jian’er said.
Xuan Tian smiled and said, "Since they don't know, then kill them all!" His voice was very gentle, as if the lives of these demon soldiers in the sky were as insignificant as a pile of dust, and he decided their fate with a few words.
"Wan'er, Jian'er, I have a master-disciple relationship with you, and I wish to take you two as my disciples. Are you willing?" Xuan Tian said to the two of them again.
"Yes, yes, we'll do whatever the Father says." The two were overjoyed to hear this. How could they not be happy to receive such an honor? The people around them were also happy for them.
They were happy, but some were not. There was a large group of people watching from heaven, including the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin Zhunti, and all the great gods of the primordial world. Moreover, there was Di Jun, the Heavenly Emperor who ruled over all demons. Xuan Tian was just a rogue cultivator with a lowly status. Even if he was a disciple of Hong Jun and had profound cultivation, he couldn't be ignored, could he? And judging from what he just said, it seemed that the life and death of his demon race was already in Xuan Tian's hands.
Di Jun couldn't hold back any longer. So all he and his men had come to see you take on disciples and tell stories, huh? Besides, you, Xuan Tian, just killed hundreds of thousands of my demon soldiers. This matter can't be left like this.
"Xuantian, stop your arrogance! How can you decide the life and death of my billions of demons? Besides, you have killed tens of thousands of my demons. You can't just let this go!" Di Jun shouted.
"Oh, you'll find out whether what I said counts in a moment. But you flea won't live much longer anyway, so take advantage of this time to breathe in the air of this primordial wilderness. Hmm~ very fresh air, and it's even filled with the blood of countless dead humans." Xuan Tian took a deep breath and said, seemingly intoxicated, but it made people feel very uncomfortable.
Xuan Tian's calm demeanor was enviable, but Di Jun was not having a good time. Judging from Xuan Tian's words, it seemed that even he would not survive. He thought to himself, "What ability do you have to take my life, Xuan Tian? You are not a saint. At most, your cultivation is a little higher than mine. But the two emperors of the Heavenly Court are just good for nothing."
"Xuantian, what right do you have to speak to me like this? I didn't want to hold a grudge against you because of your kindness to my Heavenly Court, but you have gone too far. I have no choice but to bring you to the Heavenly Court to be punished today." Di Jun was not afraid of Xuantian. His Heavenly Court also had innate treasures, and he believed that he and Taiyi could easily defeat Xuantian.
"Fine, fine, fine! Today I'll show you what I'm capable of." With that, Xuan Tian walked step by step towards the demon camp...
The Ten Emperors died
At this moment, Xuan Tian held a whisk, his face was kind, and his steps were light and slow, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll, but he put a lot of pressure on the demon camp. Last time, Xuan Tian killed tens of thousands of demon soldiers with one strike, leaving a deep impression on everyone present. He was very powerful and terrifying.
Di Jun knew that his demon soldiers' attacks were ineffective against Xuan Tian, so he stepped down from the clouds, and the Hetu Luoshu flew out of his hand, sweeping towards Xuan Tian.
Xuan Tian seemed not to have seen the Hetu Luoshu at all, and continued to walk forward unhurriedly. The crowd below was shocked, wondering if the Holy Father had poor eyesight. The demons also thought that Di Jun's attack was about to succeed when the Hetu Luoshu stopped in front of Xuan Tian and could not go any further, blocked by the clear light emitted by the serene futon.
Di Jun didn't care. If Xuan Tian were so easy to deal with, there would be no need for him to take action personally. Seeing that the Hetu Luoshu was ineffective, he summoned the Demon Emperor Sword and attacked Xuan Tian. This Demon Emperor Sword was specially crafted by Di Jun for the Wu Clan's body and was extremely effective in restraining the Wu Clan's indestructible body.
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