boom--!

With a loud explosion, the earth shook again, but this time, it was Lu Xiaoran who fell, not Yueying.

"Ahem."

Lu Xiaoran was lying on the ground, his whole body stained with blood. He started coughing violently and spit out several mouthfuls of blood.

Before he could raise his head, Yueying had already descended and sat on his lower abdomen, holding the Silver Moon Scimitar against his throat.

That is the most fatal weakness of the Emperor's Nine Yang Armor. There will be protection at the center of the eyebrows, but not at that place.

Yueying's long sword can pierce through Lu Xiaoran's neck from that place and shatter his mind. The imperial weapon can damage the soul and kill him in an instant.

"As expected of the emperor, he is quite powerful."

Lu Xiaoran grinned.

Yueying sneered.

"You can still laugh?"

"Of course, it's my honor to be able to have such a hearty battle and fight against the residual soul of an emperor-level strongman, isn't it?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it long ago. Every time you attack me, you hurt the part of my body you attack. You had many opportunities to pierce my throat, but you didn't. This proves that you don't want to kill me."

"Smart! You are indeed worthy of being the man who can seriously injure me."

"So? If you don't want to kill me, what do you want to do?"

Yueying took a deep breath and said seriously:

"I want you to marry me!"

Lu Xiaoran: “???”

"I didn't understand what you said. Please say it again."

"I said, I want you to marry me! I want you to be my man."

Yueying spoke again with a serious look on his face.

"Why?"

Lu Xiaoran's mind was a little confused for a moment. The train of thought of this woman Yueying was really too strange.

"There are two reasons. First, you are the first man to defeat me, and you defeated me among people of the same level. Although you relied on the power of the imperial weapon, you still defeated me in the end. Therefore, you are qualified to be my man."

"Secondly, I became Lin Fei's master only to revive myself. However, although Lin Fei, that idiot, is powerful, he is nothing compared to you. He is just good luck, but your luck is many times stronger than his! Therefore, by being with you, I can revive faster."

Lu Xiaoran said with interest:

"Aren't you afraid that after I agree to your promise, I will attack you and kill you?"

"Humph! I'm not that stupid. I will sign a soul contract with you. When the time comes, you will not be able to hurt me, otherwise you will be annihilated!"

"Yeah! I have to say, you're really beautiful."

Yueying raised the corner of her mouth slightly.

"Do you like it? It doesn't matter. You and I will sign a soul contract and become husband and wife. My beauty will all be yours."

Lu Xiaoran shook his head.

"No, no, no, don't get me wrong. When I say beautiful, I don't mean that you are beautiful in appearance, but that you think you are beautiful."

As soon as these words came out, Yueying's expression suddenly changed, and the silver moon scimitar in her hand pressed towards Lu Xiaoran's throat, causing a trace of blood to seep out of the surface of the skin.

"Are you tired of living?"

Not only was Lu Xiaoran not afraid, but he smiled warmly.

"Okay, I've had enough fun. Before I end, let me tell you one thing. In fact, I have never lied to you since you entered here. I said I have many imperial weapons, and they are all true, including this place, which is also an imperial weapon."

Yueying's heart skipped a beat, and she had a vague feeling that something was not right.

Not daring to be careless at all, the emperor's keen sixth sense allowed her to cut Lu Xiaoran's neck with one knife.

However, the imagined scene of blood gushing out did not appear. Instead, Lu Xiaoran's body turned into a pool of yellow earth.

At the same time, Lu Xiaoran's voice sounded in the distance.

"There is another thing. I want to learn from your combat experience. It's true!"

Yueying's soul, which was already almost transparent, trembled suddenly.

She slowly raised her head and looked forward. Lu Xiaoran's body did not have a single scar and was standing intact not far away.

"How is this possible?"

She fought with Lu Xiaoran for a long time, but Lu Xiaoran was not hurt at all?

This is simply hell!

Lu Xiaoran's aura is clearly that of a ninth-level King Realm. Where on earth did he get this ability?

Then, her eyes noticed Lu Xiaoran's eyes.

At that moment, Yueying was completely stunned.

What kind of eyes are those!

Three circles of black lines spread out, and the pupil in the middle had shrunk and turned golden yellow.

It is absolutely beautiful, mysterious, and filled with a heart-pounding majesty.

It was an inhuman existence that made one's heart beat faster and one's soul tremble with fear.

You know, she is the soul of the emperor.

Even though she is only a remnant soul now and cannot exert the strength of her prime, the aura of the emperor will not cause any harm or suppression to her.

But in front of Lu Xiaoran's eyes, she felt insignificant, like an ant.

“Is this a magical power?”

At this moment, Yueying thought of a legend from their era.

Legend has it that when a human martial arts emperor comprehends the supreme mystery and integrates his own martial arts, he will be able to comprehend the legendary magical powers!

Supernatural powers can allow people to access another level, a level far beyond that of humans!

That level is no longer human, it is called God!

Yueying always thought that it was a legend.

Because, even in her time, the most common people she saw were those at the emperor level, and she had never seen anyone with supernatural powers.

It was not until today that Yueying knew that the legend was true!

Lu Xiaoran used his magical powers just to steal his combat experience and enrich his combat skills.

But in fact, he might not even have made a move in this battle.

"Hahaha, I'm so ridiculous. I thought I was strong enough, but I didn't expect to meet a monster like you. I don't deserve to lose."

Lu Xiaoran's face was indifferent.

"Alright, I have almost learned all your combat experience. To show my gratitude to you, I will make sure that not even a trace of you is left."

“Pause.”

Just as Lu Xiaoran was about to make a move, Yueying suddenly spoke.

Lu Xiaoran raised his eyebrows slightly, and Yueying then said:

"If, I mean if, I am willing to be your slave, can you let me live and help me rebuild my body?

I am a great emperor, and a great emperor as a slave should be worthy of you, right?"

Lu Xiaoran narrowed his eyes slightly. This woman was quite cruel. A great emperor was willing to be his servant just to survive.

A servant of the emperor level!

If she had met someone else, she might have really agreed, but unfortunately, she met Lu Xiaoran.

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