"You, without , you are nothing at all; your current troops were all arranged by . As soon as I say ’no,’ you would imdiately beco a loner."
"Then go ahead, it doesn’t matter." You smiled and said, "I will never beco a loner because there will always be soone by my side whom I call my wife."
"You..." The Netherworld Emperor’s eyes imdiately shot out a chilling light. "Everything of yours was granted by . Without , you’re nothing. How dare you shout at now!"
You did not speak but directly took the Ming Ye Sword out from the Spatial Bag, coldly looked at the Netherworld Emperor: "I’m relying on this!"
"Humph."
The Netherworld Emperor suddenly laughed, just when you took out the Ming Ye Sword, Zhao’er was suddenly pushed away by a strange energy, and your whole body was surrounded by purple light: "Look at , look into my eyes!"
The voice of the Netherworld Emperor was filled with majesty, making people feel compelled to worship.
You slowly raised your head, and your facial expression beca very hideous; the Netherworld Emperor casually pointed at Zhao’er, shouting: "Kill her for !"
"Kill her, kill her!"
You repeated these words over and over again, but you stood like a stone, not making any move.
You were struggling, your heart resisting the powerful magic power of the Netherworld Emperor.
"Kill her, then you’ll be the new Netherworld Emperor!"
The purple light on your body suddenly turned into flas, and the purple flas devoured your soul, almost driving you into madness.
Zhao’er was still standing, not reacting at all; she was waiting, waiting for your decision. If you kill her, she wouldn’t hold any resentnt; it only shows she misjudged you, that your love for her wasn’t deep enough.
"I... refuse!" Your voice barely squeezed through clenched teeth, your face becoming extrely hideous, the veins all over your body protruding, sweat pouring down like rain.
"You..."
"I said... No one can control !"
As you spoke, you moved, leaping up and instantly appearing in front of the Netherworld Emperor. You swung the sword towards him; he caught the Ming Ye Sword effortlessly and sneered: "This sword is mine; do you think you can kill with it?"
You shouted abruptly, suddenly switching the Ming Ye Sword to your left hand, shaping your right hand like a sword, and slashed at Ming Ye’s blade. At this mont, a dazzling blue light burst from your right hand!
"Clang!"
Accompanied by a crisp tal sound, the Ming Ye Sword snapped into two. The Netherworld Emperor couldn’t believe his eyes; Ming Ye was a Divine Artifact Level sword, and you managed to break it with your hand!
"Prepare to die!"
You spun your body, repeatedly chopping the shortened Ming Ye Sword on the Netherworld Emperor’s neck more than ten tis. anwhile, where Ming Ye was broken, intense energy erupted; you imdiately retreated, holding Zhao’er as you shot towards the door like a laser.
"White Shadow, hurry up and go!"
"Boss, you go, I’ll stay here." You were startled seeing White Shadow lying quietly beside the Netherworld Emperor; for so reason, you suddenly realized that White Shadow actually smiled. Yes, this was just a feeling, but you could clearly sense it.
The Netherworld Emperor used the Ming Ye Sword to kill many powerful foes back then; after their deaths, all their energy was absorbed by Ming Ye, accumulating over ti, so the sword possessed very strong power within.
You felt strong energy fluctuations when you broke the Ming Ye Sword, so you retreated in ti.
After using several instances of Instant Teleportation, you exhausted all your strength to teleport to the flat ground at the foot of the mountain, turning back to look at the palace where the Netherworld Emperor resided. By this ti, blue Energy Ripple expanded continuously around, and in the blink of an eye, a powerful blue energy storm appeared at the mountaintop, destroying half of the mountain with its imnse force.
"Netherworld Emperor? Humph." You coldly laughed, eyes full of disdain. "Just a damn fool who thinks he can control , dreaming of the impossible!"
Reality world, the ga "Arrogance" control center.
"What happened? Why is it like this?" Ling Dijie, extrely angry, grabbed a researcher’s collar, growling, "Why did the Ming Ye Sword explode, and when did its power beco so strong?"
"Marshal, it was you... you..."
"What about !? Speak!" Ling Dijie was already going mad.
"Father, it’s not their fault."
An alluring voice echoed in the large research room. Such a captivating figure appeared in everyone’s sight. Without looking at her face, just her charming curves, with extrely seductive grace, many researchers were nearly lost.
Then looking at her face, my god, what an enchanting beauty; her face could only be described as perfect, as the Netherworld Emperor said, just based on appearance, this woman did exceed Zhao’er.
After all, her appearance is the true Zhao’er.
"Jieyu, why are you here?"
"I watched the footage from earlier, Dad, you acted too hastily." Jieyu quietly looked at Ling Dijie, "His and Zhao’er’s feelings aren’t easily broken by a few words. To separate them, you can only use strategy." As she said this, Jieyu’s face revealed a smile that would make any man’s heart sway.
...
You and Zhao’er sat in a quiet corner of the Shura battlefield; since the Netherworld Emperor’s death, your brows had been furrowed all the ti. Zhao’er quietly sat beside you.
"Zhao’er, there’s sothing that I can’t figure out." You suddenly said to Zhao’er.
"Yun is troubled by what the Netherworld Emperor said?"
You nodded and said, "I always feel like I’m under soone else’s surveillance, that everything seems ticulously arranged by others."
Zhao’er’s gentle hands lightly rested on your shoulder: "Yun wants to hear my analysis?"
"Yeah." You naturally nodded; Zhao’er was a person with strong opinions, although she usually followed your lead.
"Earlier, the Netherworld Emperor was too impatient. Moreover, I think he seed to know you from long ago; there must be so kind of relationship between you two, like blood relation." Zhao’er continued, "The Netherworld Emperor should be a very shrewd person, but after eting you, his emotions changed greatly; this proves that your relationship is quite unusual."
You nodded: "Hmm... seems like the ga’s creator really put so much effort into this... even concocted a parent for , humph, hehehe..."
Before the age of nineteen, I always thought my father Li Kangge was dead, until he truly appeared before , and I understood he had always been by my side.
Of course, more than a decade of emptiness made you sensitive to the word father.
It seems the ga’s creator also saw this, so they intentionally introduced Ling Dijie’s character.
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