Chapter 309: Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan
However, reality left very little time for Qiao Wan to mourn.
As the wind stopped and the dust settled, it seemed like the sound of water droplets falling into a lake echoed around them.
Drip-
In this faint sound, amidst the breathless and distressed crowd, it was undoubtedly as shocking as a thunderclap.
Xiao Boyang trembled, sensing something. His eyes widened, and he looked palely towards the source of the sound.
As if a drop of water had fallen into the center of the formation, the gradually dimming array suddenly lit up with a towering beam of light!
Ma Huaizhen and the others from the northern region had expressions that changed in unison.
"Qiao Wan!!!"
Instinctively, they called out to Qiao Wan, who was closest to the formation!
Qiao Wan was half-kneeling in the middle of the stone bricks, her knees almost embedded in the gaps between the stones. She looked up with tear-stained face.
Suddenly, a voice filled with emotion whispered in her ear, "It's been so long, truly nostalgic."
Then, a man walked down from the center of the magic circle. With each step, the radiant light that enveloped him grew weaker. As the owner of the voice approached the altar, Qiao Wan caught a glimpse of the man's appearance through the thin blood-red mist.
He was very tall and had a large build. He was wearing a long black robe, as dark as ink, with some faded patterns embroidered on the hem. The robe looked worn and tattered, even revealing a pale ankle.
His hair was also long and seemed to have been neglected for a long time. After all, he had been trapped under this seal for many years. He didn't have time to take care of his hair.
He seemed to be in his thirties and had a gentle expression on his face.
However, an overwhelming and unrestrained pressure emanated from him, causing Xiao Boyang, Fang Lingqing, and others to tremble under its force, struggling to catch their breath.
Li Pan reached out his hand, placing it against someone's chest. As an elder, he was feeling slightly better, but still perspiring with cold sweat.
When his gaze scanned downwards, it was as if he was surveying a group of ants gathered together.
The man's eyes landed on Mei Kangping.
Mei Kangping took a step forward. This man, who had always been arrogant and sharp-tongued, willingly and respectfully knelt down before the man!
"Your Majesty," he said.
The man's fingers, hidden in his sleeve, twitched. With that movement, he was already standing in front of Mei Kangping.
No one could see how he moved. One second, he was standing on the altar, and the next second, he was standing before Mei Kangping.
This Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan, who had broken free from his seal after a hundred years, looked at Mei Kangping and suddenly flipped his palm, making a move that caught everyone present off guard!
He directly sent Mei Kangping flying away!!!
Mei Kangping couldn't believe it and clutched his chest. He looked disheveled and ridiculous. He coughed up blood like a broken kite, being knocked back more than ten meters and crashing into a stone pillar, shattering his bones.
This shocking blow left Qiao Wan, Fang Lingqing, Li Pan, and Xie Xingzhi stunned in place. Even Ma Huaizhen, who was far away in the northern region, was frozen in shock.
Mei Kangping seemed surprised too. He thought that he had fulfilled his duties in breaking the seal, but instead of receiving praise, he was met with a merciless and lethal attack.
"Just now... Did you want to save Buhuo?"
Only then did the man retract his hand, looking somewhat sad. His voice was hoarse as he murmured, "You really disappoint me. Hundreds of years ago, you wanted to protect him, and even now, you still want to protect him. The bond between you brothers touches me."
"From today onwards, you have been banished to the demon realm," he said softly, smiling and pulling his hand back. He no longer cared about the fate of Mei Kangping. His gaze fell upon Qiao Wan and the others.
There was a brief pause as he looked at Qiao Wan.
"Are you his daughter?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present felt their hearts stop. The tension in the air became unbearable!
Xiao Boyang's breath caught in his throat. His eyes turned red as he stared fearfully at Qiao Wan.
"I just saw him," the man smiled. "Is he dead?"
Overwhelmed by the man's imposing aura, she could hardly lift her head. Her knees trembled uncontrollably. Unexpectedly, Qiao Wan remained calm.
The scariest thing in the world is the unknown.
As this legendary man, who once shook the world with one hand, made his entrance, she realized that he was still human.
A "person" who was stronger than anyone present.
She quickly shook off her grief and regained her composure, appearing calm and cold, as if she hadn't just lost her father.
"Yes, he died to stop you," said the man as he covered his head, remaining silent for a moment. "What a shame," he continued.
He admired him so much, even wanted him to succeed his position. Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan truly felt regret, not much anger from being betrayed, just regret.
"Well done, child," the man looked at Qiao Wan with an approving gaze in his eyes.
This approving gaze was like seeing a clever little ant, struggling to survive under the fingers of humans.
Then, his gaze shifted towards the sky.
It was as if the man's gaze pierced through the sky and landed straight on the icy plains.
Immediately following, he said something that made everyone in the room turn pale and their hearts skip a beat!
"Never expected that you would be the one commanding the operation."
The man's words were clearly directed at Ma Huaizhen, who was sitting in a wheelchair.
"You have grown quite a lot," sighed Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan. "Back then, you were just a young boy, and now you have come to lead soldiers in battle. It seems that the world of cultivation is truly lacking capable individuals."
The man's dark and deep eyes were able to penetrate cracks and directly fall upon the icy plain!
He actually still remembered him!
Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan not only remembered him, but he even vividly remembered the face of every unknown soldier he had ever met!
Even Ma Huaizhen couldn't help but feel a shiver. After a long time, he felt a wave of fear, but since he bore the heavy responsibility of the Cultivation League on his shoulders and had tens of thousands of cultivators behind him, he quickly regained his composure and spoke in a deep voice, "I am grateful to leave an impression with Emperor Shi Yuan."
"How long have I been suppressed?" He seemed to lose interest in Ma Huaizhen and turned his gaze back, asking gently and calmly.
But the one he was asking was Xiao Boyang and his companions.
He could easily ask his demon soldiers below, after all, they were his subordinates. But he didn't.
He went to Xiao Boyang with great interest to ask them.
To give an inappropriate analogy, it's like being summoned by a group of ants. The ants look pale and afraid as they look at you. You find it fascinating and patiently ask them a few questions.
Fang Lingqing sat directly on the steps of the altar, sitting cross-legged. His tattered clothes fluttered in the dry wind.
He tilted his head and asked with a smile, "Who's in charge of the various sects now?"
Silence.
The answer to him was silence.
Xiao Boyang opened his mouth, but the pressure pressed on him, making him feel as if his organs were stuck to the ground. Cold sweat poured down like rain, and he looked disheveled as if he had just been fished out of water.
He and Fang Lingqing gritted their teeth in anger, unwilling to surrender, but they were so suffocated that their eyes turned red, unable to speak.
In the end, Xie Xingzhi answered, "Six hundred years."
"Six hundred years."
As soon as Chu Tongzheng heard this answer, she took a deep breath. Xie Xingzhi unexpectedly blurted it out like that!!
She stared intently at the emperor from the demon realm without blinking her eyes.
Will he get angry when he learns that he has missed six hundred years?
But the man seemed to only hear some unrelated information. He sighed with unclear meaning, with his eyelids drooping, "So long."
Then, with a charming smile, he waved in the direction of Pei Chunzheng.
Pei Chunzheng was obviously overwhelmed by this pressure. His eyes were still red, but he regained his composure.
The young man was pressed by this pressure, and blood foam kept spilling from the corners of his mouth, but he still stood up straight, taking one step, then another, stubbornly walking forward.
There was no formal courtesy of a courtier.
The former emperor and the current demon king met.
In just a few moments of contact, Qiao Wan could already see clearly that this was an unpredictable monarch.
With Mei Kangping's previous lesson in mind, Ma Huaizhen frowned and solemnly looked at the scene in front of him.
Cen Zicheng couldn't help but slow down his breathing when he saw Gongsun Bingzi.
Almost everyone present could foresee the man effortlessly killing the young boy.
"Are you the current Demon Lord?" Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan asked.
Pei Chunzheng pressed his lips together and remained silent.
Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan smiled and suddenly spoke, "Is the demon realm devoid of capable individuals? They let a young brat become the Demon Lord."
But he didn't confront Pei Chunzheng . Not only did he not confront him, he even praised him, "Heroes emerge from the younger generation."
He then looked at the fallen Mei Kangping , curled his lips, and coldly chuckled, "Kangping, you really disappoint me."
Mei Kangping knelt on the ground, bleeding from seven orifices, his lips moved slightly, but his expression couldn't be discerned.
"It has been six hundred years, and I have been in here long enough."
"Alright then," the man seemed to have thought of something, squinted his eyes, chuckled, and clapped his hands together.
Clap clap.
Like attracting others' attention and making them quiet.
"It's been 600 years since I last moved my muscles. How about playing a game with me?"
"You run, and I'll chase."
"Don't be scared," said Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan with a hearty laugh as he noticed Fang Lingqing and others suddenly breathing heavily. "You're all brave children to come here."
"If any of you can escape, I'll let that person go. Not only will I let you go, but once I conquer the cultivation world in the future, I can even grant you a high-ranking position."
This is a creature from a different era, a natural weapon.
Being sealed for over 600 years didn't weaken him. When this creature emerged, its killing intent surged.
If it were 600 years ago, Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan might not have been interested in wasting his time on what he considered a group of "ants."
But now, he was extremely interested, calmly enjoying a game. It was as if someone occasionally became interested and lazily used their fingers to crush the ants on the ground.
However, in the situation now, especially when it comes to the game, it's more like a protest. His gaze fell through the sky onto the other end of the canopy.
He knew that they were all watching, witnessing this show of slaughter with their own eyes.
As soon as the words were spoken, he slowly descended from the altar, his tattered clothes dragging on the ground.
He didn't care at all about the lives of his subordinates.
The demonic soldiers in front of him blocked his way, but he crushed them into a puddle of flesh under his foot. With his robes stained with the blood of his enemies, he continued forward.
"Now, run." As he spoke, he restrained his playful smile, slowing down his speech, lifting his lips slowly, and then pressing them down. "Three, two, one."
"Start."
