Ling Haoyang was buried in the ruins and fainted.
This is the absolute difference in strength; no fancy techniques are needed, just one strike.
"Haoyang!" Ling Yunchen shouted hysterically when he saw this scene. He wanted to run over to check on Ling Haoyang's condition.
Zhong Zui stood directly in front of him, saying, "What's the rush? You'll soon suffer the same fate as him, or even worse."
A weapon appeared in Ling Yunchen's hand, and he attacked Gu Zui.
Zhong Zui conjured several sharp blades beside him, and pointed his finger in Ling Yunchen's direction, unleashing a blade.
Ling Yunchen quickly raised his weapon to defend himself. He was forced back by the powerful force of the blade, leaving a deep scratch on the ground.
He barely managed to deflect the first blade, but then another blade struck, piercing his right arm and spurting out blood.
His face turned deathly pale instantly, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
Zhong Zui curled his lips slightly, raised his hand and waved it, and three sharp blades quickly pierced into his left arm and legs.
Ling Yunchen collapsed to the ground, utterly powerless against such a powerful figure.
It seems he is destined to die here today, but before he dies, he longs to see his Yan'er one last time.
To the powerful figures on the continent, they were like ants that could be crushed at will; their lives and deaths could be decided with ease.
As Yan'er ventures into the cultivation world teeming with powerful figures, will she also encounter many life-or-death crises and face numerous difficulties?
"The emperor of a country is nothing more than this. How boring. It's time to end this." Zhong Zui raised his arm slightly, and countless sharp blades behind him pierced into Ling Yunchen's body, pinning him to the high wall behind him.
Blood gushed from Ling Yunchen's mouth, and his robes were already stained crimson with blood. He felt his life force rapidly draining away.
He ultimately failed to protect the people of this city...
Zhi'er, now I can finally see you.
Ling Yunchen gazed at the sky, which was gradually losing its color and turning gray, and lowered his head with deep regret.
At the same time, Ruan Xiyan, who was rushing desperately towards the Yunli Empire, panicked for a moment, "Yaoyao, faster."
"Master, what's wrong?" Yao Yao asked. As her master's contracted beast, she could clearly sense the uneasy aura emanating from her master.
"I don't know why, but I feel a tightness in my chest, as if I'm losing something important."
Yao Yao pushed her speed to the limit.
On the other side, the soldiers of the Protoss were fully equipped and ready to go. Fu Lizhi had finished her inventory and was preparing to depart.
A sudden, sharp pain in her chest caused her lips to lose their color instantly. She staggered, but was caught by the adjutant beside her.
"Your Highness, what's wrong?"
Fu Lizhi waved her hand, "It's nothing, let's go."
"yes!"
In the Yunli Empire, the groggy Ling Haoyang awoke from the ruins to a scene that horrified him. "Father—!!"
"His Majesty is dead?!" The elders' voices trembled as they were struck to the ground.
Zhong Zui watched Ling Haoyang crawling towards Ling Yunchen and clicked his tongue lightly, "Your life is quite tenacious, you're still alive. Then let me personally send you on your way."
Gu Zui's attack was directed at Ling Haoyang.
Ignoring the attacking force from behind, Ling Haoyang kept his eyes fixed on Ling Yunchen, who was pinned to the high wall, and approached him step by step.
Gu Zui was confident of victory. "It's over... What?!"
A force that came from afar blocked his attack.
"Who!" He looked sharply in the direction from which the force was coming.
A large white bird appeared in the sky, and as the bird disappeared, a stunningly beautiful young woman came into view.
Her gaze swept around before finally settling on Ling Yunchen, who was pinned to the high wall, lifeless. Her pupils trembled violently; she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"Who are you?" Zhong Zui demanded sharply.
Ruan Xiyan was oblivious, as if she hadn't heard anything, and simply walked towards Ling Yunchen's direction.
"Arrogant." Zhong Zui's eyes were sinister as he directly attacked Ruan Xiyan.
A hard tortoise shell suddenly appeared behind Ruan Xiyan, blocking Gu Zui's attack for her.
Biqiong and the others all came out of the space. "With us here, don't even think about disturbing the master."
"They're actually contracted beasts, and so many of them!" Gu Zui was shocked for a moment, then said disdainfully, "We are all at the Immortal Saint Realm. How dare some beasts do anything to us?"
Biqiong and the others exchanged glances and confronted the few Immortal Saints.
They were indeed a bit troublesome to fight against several Immortal Saints, but they could also hold off their master for a while.
The owner's loved one has passed away, and the owner must be heartbroken right now, so he has no time to deal with these guys.
With a wave of her hand, Ruan Xiyan dispelled all the sharp blades that had pierced Ling Yunchen's body. Without support, he fell uncontrollably toward the ground.
Ruan Xiyan caught it in time. Looking at the lifeless Ling Yunchen, her eyes were empty, and a tear slid down her cheek.
She murmured, "I'm sorry, Father, I'm still a step too late. I'm sorry."
"Yan'er, you're back." Ling Haoyang limped over, looked at Ruan Xiyan who was filled with grief, and gently patted her shoulder. "Yan'er, it's not your fault, don't blame yourself."
Ruan Xiyan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked at Ling Haoyang beside her, "Big brother, how are you?"
"I can still hold on."
Ruan Xiyan handed a bottle of eighth-grade healing pills to Ling Haoyang, and then handed Ling Yunchen to him, saying, "Big brother, you take care of Father first."
Ling Haoyang glanced at Ling Yunchen's body riddled with bloody holes from sharp blades, a look of pain flashing in his eyes. "Alright, Yan'er, they are very, very strong. You must be careful."
Ruan Xiyan nodded, and she walked on air, standing in mid-air.
“Master.” Bi Qiong looked at Ruan Xiyan, who had seemingly recovered, and asked with concern, “Master, are you alright?”
"Leave these people to me." Ruan Xiyan glanced at the huge box that was constantly sending sharp blades raining down on the imperial city from the sky. "You guys go and destroy that thing."
"Yes, Master."
Azure Sky and the others headed towards the giant square box.
Zhong Zui looked at the power emanating from Ruan Xiyan and said in surprise, "You are also a Celestial Saint Realm cultivator from the mortal continent. To be able to cultivate to this level, your talent is truly monstrous."
"You lot deserve to die!" Ruan Xiyan said, each word distinct and chilling, her voice like it was filled with icy shards.
"You're just a low-level Immortal Saint. You think you're our match just because I praised you?" Zhong Zui mocked, even though the others were all high-level Immortal Saints.
Upon hearing this, the other slaves burst into laughter as if they had heard a funny joke.
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