In a blink of an eye, the battle between Wushuang Immortal Emperor and Xian Yuan lasted for half a year.
Xianyuan and Nanhua are both in very bad condition. Xianyuan's Demon Soul Banner has been put away, and it will shatter if the battle continues.
Nanhua's imperial army had already been smashed to pieces, with fragments scattered in all directions.
Although both of them were holding imperial weapons at this time, the second imperial weapon was on the verge of breaking.
The two men had gloomy faces and were covered in blood, much of which was their own.
However, the condition of the Peerless Immortal Emperor was even worse. His face was pale and his blood and energy were obviously insufficient. The huge consumption made it difficult for his body to bear.
The long battle also exhausted him physically and mentally.
He had been beaten hundreds of times in the past six months, and the combined number of Xian Yuan and the other two was less than half of his.
During this period, the Peerless Immortal Emperor also tried to break out and escape many times, but was forced back by the Pseudo-Emperor's self-destruction.
Even he had to temporarily avoid the attack of ten or twenty pseudo-emperors who self-destructed at once.
But the Wushuang Immortal Emperor was not completely without gain. Of the three thousand pseudo-emperors they brought, Wushuang alone killed more than a thousand of them.
There were about two hundred pseudo-emperors who were taken as blood food by Xianyuan and Nanhua.
As of now, there are about 1,800 pseudo-emperors left on the scene.
Nanhua looked at the Peerless Immortal Emperor standing with his sword, and admiration rose in his eyes.
The fact that he could fight against three thousand of them alone for such a long time was enough to show how powerful the Peerless Immortal Emperor was.
"He truly deserves to be the strongest being in the Immortal Realm. He's so hard to kill."
"Wushuang, if you surrender now, I can protect the lives of your entire family and even make you our immediate superior."
Xian Yuan immediately cried out in shock, "Nanhua, are you crazy!?"
"Do you think he would let us off easily if he became our boss?"
Nanhua glanced at Xian Yuan and asked, "So what if he rules the fairy world?"
"It's not up to him to decide whether to spare us or not."
Xianyuan wanted to say something but Nanhua raised his hand to stop him, and at the same time looked at the Wushuang Immortal Emperor with a questioning look.
The Peerless Immortal Emperor shook his head and smiled, "You know I won't agree, so why bother doing this useless work?"
"Are you humiliating this emperor? Or are you humiliating this... Small Thousand Worlds?"
Nanhua kept silent. As the former ruler of the fairy world, the unparalleled fairy emperor, he had his own pride and would never be willing to be inferior to others.
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be the number one imperial weapon “Small Thousand Worlds”.
"In that case, we have no choice but to send His Majesty Wushuang to heaven."
As soon as he finished speaking, Nanhua launched the first attack, followed by the others.
At this time, the Peerless Immortal Emperor took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and it seemed that stars were condensing in his chest.
The small world in his hand flickered, and the sword body made up of stars seemed like a real small world, looking like a dream.
"Everyone be careful and pay attention to defense!" Nanhua said in a serious tone.
As they got closer and closer to the Peerless Immortal Emperor, the Peerless Immortal Emperor's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and countless stars shone in his eyes, like giant star swords that could destroy the world.
"Small Thousand Worlds, Sword Falls."
The voice as calm as water reached everyone's ears clearly, causing everyone to pause in unison.
In an instant, countless stars smashed towards each pseudo-emperor.
"Not good! Quick, quick, defend with all your strength!"
Not only the Pseudo-Emperor, but even Nanhua and Xianyuan became extremely horrified and immediately used all their means to defend themselves.
As the stars fell, screams were heard one after another in the air, and the desperate voices sounded as if they were being dragged into the eighteen levels of hell by evil spirits.
The sword light flashed, and every star was like a sharp sword piercing through everyone's body.
Nanhua and Xianyuan quickly checked the injuries, but found that there was nothing wrong.
It was as if the horrific scene just now was just a joke.
"What's going on? Why is nothing happening? What on earth did Wushuang do?"
At this time, Nanhua's voice was heard, and his voice was full of emotion.
"Is this the power of the Small Thousand Worlds?"
"It's really so terrifying!"
After saying that, he looked at Xian Yuan and said calmly: "No need to look for it, Wushuang's attack is not aimed at us."
"It's not targeting us?" Xian Yuan was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned his head to look at the group of emperors.
It was discovered that seven hundred emperors had completely lost their life force.
Even the spiritual power and imperial blood in his body, everything disappeared, leaving only a useless shell.
They don't even have the chance to absorb qi and blood.
Xianyuan swallowed hard. This horrifying scene almost made him lose three of his seven souls.
After a long time, Xian Yuan looked at the Peerless Immortal Emperor who was slumped in the void with lingering fear.
"Did he really launch such an attack?"
"This is too terrifying. If he's targeting us..."
Xianyuan didn't even dare to imagine the consequences.
At this moment, a soft sigh was heard from the Peerless Immortal Emperor.
"It's a pity that I have to wipe out my Qi and Blood Power. Otherwise, I could kill another 300, which would be just enough to make the total."
The surviving emperors around were frightened by these words and stepped back one after another. Waves of cold air continued to rise from the soles of their feet, sweeping towards the back of their heads like a storm, making their bodies stiff and trembling constantly.
The sound of swallowing saliva kept reaching the ears of the Peerless Immortal Emperor, causing him to grin and chuckle unconsciously.
"A bunch of dirt-cooked chickens and dogs, they are of no use."
"It would be better for you to commit suicide and save me the trouble of doing it myself."
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