Feeling a large, burning hand protecting her meridians from behind, Song Yanran slowly opened her eyes.
What came into view was Xuan Hao Hongye's apprehensive expression.
"Council of Judges, Shen Zhao!"
The voice behind her was deep and powerful, exuding unparalleled confidence, which gave Song Yanran an instinctive sense of security.
At this moment, Shen Zhao had shed his disguise, and no one present could recognize him as Chu Liuxiang.
However, his ability to force Xuan Hao Hongye back with a single palm strike left many people utterly shocked.
"The Tribunal?" Xuan Hao Hongye frowned. "You're also planning to get involved in this mess?"
Shen Zhao stepped forward, passing Song Yanran, and replied arrogantly, "The duty of the Court of Justice is to maintain order in the Nine Realms of Immortals and Martial Arts. Do you think I have the right to intervene?"
Xuan Hao Hongye crossed his arms: "Intervening? Does the Court of Justice intend to side with Song Yanran and make an enemy of the entire Central Region?"
Shen Zhao sneered inwardly: Old fox, are you planning to drag the entire Central Region down with you? Your ambition is quite grand.
"The tribunal stands only on the side of justice and has no interest in the change of your dynasties."
"If that's the case, why did you try to stop me from taking action?"
"Because Song Yanran cannot die."
"You want to protect her?" Xuan Hao Hongye's eyes turned cold. "Do you think you can? I will take you and Song Yanran's life with me."
Shen Zhao stepped forward: "Shen Zhao, stand still. What can you take with you?"
Xuan Hao Hongye frowned.
The fact that he hadn't gained the upper hand with that palm strike meant that his opponent's cultivation was equally unfathomable.
If he were to fight him now, even if he won, it would result in mutual destruction, which is not the outcome he desires.
But having finally found an opportunity to get rid of Song Yanran, he didn't want to give it up so easily.
Even though the Seven Star Begonia is highly poisonous and Song Yanran is practically doomed, what if something unexpected happens?
Just as Xuan Hao Hongye was struggling with his decision, Shen Zhao offered a suggestion: "How about we make a bet?"
"If I win, Song Yanran will be mine to take away today. If I lose, the grudges between you in the Central Region will no longer concern you."
"What kind of bet?"
Shen Zhao held up three fingers: "I will not dodge or avoid, I will take three of your blows. If I take half a step back after the three blows, I will lose this round. Otherwise, I must take Song Yanran away."
"Three palm strikes?"
Not only Xuan Hao Hongye, but everyone present couldn't believe that Shen Zhao would make such a suicidal suggestion.
Even among those at the same Great Emperor level, no one can withstand three blows from an opponent with their bare hands, let alone withstand three blows without taking a single step back!
“Shen Junshen, this matter has nothing to do with you. You shouldn’t get involved in this mess.”
"No need to say more, I have made up my mind!"
Song Yanran stared at Shen Zhao's retreating figure, her eyes somewhat unfocused.
He finally arrived, just like in his previous life.
The familiar scent, the familiar feeling.
With him around, she wouldn't be afraid even if the sky fell down.
Because this man would not hesitate to risk his life to shield her.
Song Yanran felt a surge of emotion, her heart raced, and she was deeply moved.
Two lines of clear tears could no longer be held back and slid down from the corners of her eyes.
Being able to see him again before she died was enough for Song Yanran. It was worth all the effort she had put into setting up this scheme and inducing Linghu Ming to spread the news.
One of the purposes is to hope that the real "him" knows, and to fantasize about the moment when he comes to break the deadlock.
Now, on his deathbed, he was able to see the man he had longed for day and night again, and he had no regrets in this life.
"Are you really going to take three of my blows?"
"Or perhaps the Xiongnu are afraid of losing face and dare not try!"
"Hahaha, very well, since you insist on courting death, why shouldn't I grant your wish?"
As soon as Xuan Hao Hongye finished speaking, the atmosphere around them suddenly became oppressive, and the oppressive feeling made people feel like their hearts were about to break.
Everyone present instinctively stepped back a distance, leaving enough room for them to maneuver.
"Kid, if you want to be arrogant, then you should be prepared to bear the consequences."
"Enlightenment? Ha..."
A contemptuous sneer enraged Xuan Hao Hongye, who suddenly unleashed his inner energy.
In an instant, an ancient god's shadow slowly emerged behind him, carrying an invincible destructive power, and crashed down on Shen Zhao.
Faced with the fierce palm strike, Shen Zhao put one hand behind his back, closed his eyes, and calmed his breathing.
Deep within the dantian, the yin and yang energies merge, forming a vast, chaotic force that rotates in reverse, endlessly and continuously.
Boom~
A powerful palm strike landed on Shen Zhao, instantly causing sand and stones to fly, space and time to tremble, and the power of the Dao and laws to rage, turning the Bi Yi Platform into ruins.
However, after the dust settled, Shen Zhao stood firmly on the ruins, his feet not moving an inch, as immovable as a mountain!
"How is this possible!"
The scene was so astonishing that it left everyone speechless.
Xuan Hao Hongye also frowned deeply. His palm strike, delivered with all his might, had no effect on his opponent.
Shen Zhao slowly opened his eyes and raised his hand, extending one finger.
"The first palm strike!"
These words were like a resounding slap across Xuan Hao Hongye's face.
The dignity of a king was challenged most severely at this moment.
He is determined to regain his dignity.
"Very well, you have successfully angered me!"
Xuan Hao Hongye was burning with rage. He clasped his hands together, pushed the Eight Desolations Technique to its peak, and used all his spiritual energy to draw upon the power of the laws of heaven and earth.
The once clear sky instantly turned into night, and above the heavens, it seemed as if gods were weeping. The emperor's oppressive power could drive people mad at this moment.
"Eight Desolations Technique: Heavenly Forbidden God's Demise!"
With a single palm strike, it was as if a god had descended upon the world, bringing destruction and despair.
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