Chapter 1337: Chapter 482: Haotian’s Defeat and Escape
With an uneasy heart, watching the battle before him.
Zibaiqing was filled with fear and trepidation. The Purple Emperor had said he wouldn’t kill him, but Zibaiqing was still not reassured.
His father was both righteous and evil, although when it ca to major issues, there was absolutely no problem.
But sotis, the words he speaks may not be trustworthy.
If he really wanted to kill him, could he defend against it?
Zibaiqing was very aware of the Purple Emperor’s cultivation; he was at least at the Eightfold Heavens of the Creation Realm.
As for Zibaiqing himself, his power was on par with Haotian God, and facing the Purple Emperor at his peak, he was simply no match.
The battle between the Supre Ancestral Demon and Haotian God was reaching a fever pitch; Haotian God was covered in blood, barely holding on.
At this rate, he was surely dood, with no chance of survival.
“Zibaiqing, you bastard, aren’t you coming to save ?” Haotian God cried.
Zibaiqing shuddered, secretly cursing Haotian God. This guy wants him to save him.
Right now, his own life wasn’t even guaranteed.
He dared not speak, only lowered his head.
The Purple Emperor glanced at Zibaiqing, his eyes sowhat deep.
“Heh heh.”
He chuckled faintly, causing Zibaiqing to tremble all over, nearly kneeling on the ground.
Zibaiqing was shaking, too afraid to speak.
“Alright, rest assured, I won’t kill you. After all, the fierce tiger does not eat its cubs,” the Purple Emperor said with a smile.
Upon hearing the Purple Emperor’s words, for so reason, Zibaiqing felt as if he was being ridiculed.
“Rest assured, no one can save you.” The Supre Ancestral Demon smiled lightly.
His gaze as sharp as a torch, looking toward the Western Continent, he saw that familiar figure.
The Purple Emperor, astonishingly, had reappeared in the world.
Could it be that he was really resurrected by the Supre Treasure, that first Stone Monkey Supre brought back to life? Still in the world, otherwise, how could this be achieved?
If so, then it’s interesting.
“That is…”
Following the Supre Ancestral Demon’s gaze, Haotian God also saw that figure.
His pupils slightly contracted, revealing an incredulous expression.
The Purple Emperor, wasn’t he dead? Exhausted all his foundation by himself, unable to revive.
But at this mont, standing beside Zibaiqing, who else could it be if not the Purple Emperor?
The one who snatched the Purple Emperor’s broken sword, could it be they’ve resurrected the Purple Emperor with the scrapped broken sword?
If such an existence truly exists, how formidable must his strength be?
With such an existence in the Three Realms, not to ntion myself, even the Three Pure Ones, what do they count for?
Thinking of this, Haotian God was sowhat lost in thought.
anwhile, Nuwa and the Supre Ancestral Demon imdiately increased their attack force, directly shattering half of his body.
Fear flashed in Haotian God’s eyes; he showed a sign of fear, ready to escape.
The appearance of the Purple Emperor utterly drove him to despair, unwilling to remain here any longer.
“Trying to escape?”
Nuwa sneered, understanding Haotian God’s intention, knowing he wanted to flee.
Goddess Nuwa naturally did not want to give him this opportunity, and her attack power imdiately increased.
Even the Supre Ancestral Demon was fully engaged, causing Haotian God to bleed profusely.
Haotian God finally ceased to counterattack, beginning to flee frantically.
The Supre Ancestral Demon and Nuwa sealed off heaven and earth, denying him any chance.
This was to ensure Haotian God’s death, even if it was Haotian God, he was now distraught.
He roared: “You’re forcing , I’ll fight to the death with you.”
Seeing his rage and an appearance of imminent explosion, both the Supre Ancestral Demon and Nuwa beca sowhat grave.
They knew full well, even if Haotian God’s power was inferior to that of the Supre Ancestral Demon, if he fought desperately, he would undoubtedly cause severe damage to the Supre Ancestral Demon, possibly even dragging him down.
A desperate counterattack was the most terrifying thing,
Haotian God’s Qi surged, instantly reaching a staggering level.
“Transform the Eternal Dao Fruit, borrowing the strength of ages, I am invincible throughout the ages.”
Haotian God roared, and with his words, figures stepped out from various eras, his aura surging dramatically.
The Eternal Dao Fruit, distributed throughout the past, present, and future, all united and fused into him.
Bang.
Haotian God’s Qi surged intensely; at that mont, he even surpassed the Supre Ancestral Demon.
Even the Supre Ancestral Demon was stunned, for at that mont Haotian God had at least the strength of the Eightfold Heavens in the Creation Realm.
“Ha ha.”
In the Demon Realm, sensing all of this, the Demon King smiled, for Haotian God indeed had a trump card to elevate his strength to such formidable levels, indicating that the Three Pure Ones had miscalculated this ti.
His Qi spread, blocking the Three Pure Ones from intervening.
Even though it might not truly stop the Three Pure Ones, stalling them for a mont was enough.
The Purple Emperor showed an astonished expression; he stared at Haotian God, calmly saying: “This junior is sowhat intriguing, possessing such thods, given ti, truly a remarkable existence.”
Zibaiqing said gravely: “Haotian God is indeed remarkable, one of the most talented beings since the creation of the Three Realms.”
The Purple Emperor neither confird nor denied, showing so disinterest.
At this mont, Zibaiqing realized that he was praising Haotian God, who was precisely his “enemy” who had killed his father.
Praising him in front of his father must have greatly offended him.
Realizing this, he was filled with regret, imdiately lowering his head, sealing his lips, not daring to say anything.
“So powerful.” The Supre Ancestral Demon turned solemn.
Nuwa also had a serious expression, staring intently at Haotian God, not acting rashly.
At this mont, Haotian God was terrifyingly powerful, even the Supre Ancestral Demon and Nuwa felt the pressure.
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