Yin Fentian’s whereabouts are currently unknown, and Li Zhiyuan is the strongest person in the four domains.
He stood on Ye Chen's side, and many of the people who besieged Ye Chen hesitated.
"Sword Saint, this Ye Chen is your enemy who killed your disciple. Do you want to let him go?"
Emperor Tianxing asked unwillingly.
But Li Zhiyuan replied: "I believe what Ye Tiandi said just now. Xuan Hao was not killed by him. Otherwise, he would not have taken the trouble to bring Xuan Hao's body out of the ruins and hand it over to me. Besides..."
After a pause, Li Zhiyuan continued, "Besides, even if Xuan Hao was really killed by Ye Tiandi, he can only blame himself for his lack of skills and strength. He can't blame others for losing the battle for divine inheritance!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the people watching the excitement around them began to whisper and nod frequently.
True Lord Nuan Yang also looked at Li Zhiyuan with admiration. He was indeed a Green Shirt Swordsman. He was not only powerful but also very reasonable.
Just when some people were hesitant after listening to Li Zhiyuan's words.
A humming voice slowly rang out, "Although every word the Sword Saint says makes sense, this boy is despised by the gods. If we don't kill him, the gods will soon bring down divine punishment, and then both you and I will suffer!"
Everyone looked over and saw that the person who said this was Mr. Shadow who always stood beside Emperor Tianxing.
Li Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "May I ask who you are, Excellency? Can you remove your disguise and reveal your true face? Why are you so sure that if I don't kill Ye Chen, the gods will be enraged and bring down divine punishment on us?"
"I am a messenger from God, and I have come to deliver God's will to you. Do not question me, or it will be too late to regret!"
The shadow was buzzing and shouting loudly, full of momentum.
Just when Li Zhiyuan wanted to ask something more, streams of blood-red energy poured out from the interior of Mount Buzhou.
Spreading rapidly in all directions.
"This...is this 'blood tide'?"
Some older monks' expressions suddenly changed when they saw the red mist.
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