Genshin Impact: Report to the Emperor! Xiao Shen is creating people again

The golden eyes of the gods are indeed unique. They are a kind of beauty that transcends any words and imagination.

The clear and transparent hair scattered between the eyebrows, even under the cold light, still looks noble. The sparkling light golden eyes are like the sun that sprinkles stars, interweaving tranquility and elegance in the light and shadow of the bright moon.

The young man had an indifferent expression, and even though he was just standing there casually, he exuded the graceful and calm demeanor of a pine tree among the clouds.

Including his innate power and compassion as a god.

Everyone knows that Xiaoshen Qianluo has an otherworldly appearance and a stunning temperament. However, even though he is one of the founding demon gods of Liyue, his beauty is ultimately concealed by his disguised pure black pupil color.

At the moment when he truly saw the face of God, even Morax had to admit that it was a level that not even humans, not even himself, could imagine.

Like the rising sun, it is breathtaking.

It was no wonder that when he was still living on Sky Island, he had heard the gods sighing and marveling at the young master's power and beauty countless times.

Such a young man...

Shen Qianluo did not even glance at him. His white clothes fluttered in the wind. He raised his hand and played a solemn sound of wooden flute. He fought fiercely with Nibelungen who was attacking again, as if they were strangers he had never met before.

He certainly knew what he was thinking.

The young man would definitely not hurt him, and with his enemies at the doorstep, the Dragon King naturally had no time to care about the relatively irrelevant demon, Morax, one of the Seven Gods.

On one side is the strongest young man under heaven, and on the other side is the king of the seven elemental dragons of Teyvat. The life-and-death battle between the two sides is huge and terrifying, which also creates ample time for him to leave the battlefield in time.

Or in other words, Shen Qianluo was actually gambling.

He was betting that his Longlong would not join the crusade against him, and that he would be able to realize his intentions in time, escape from the battlefield, and return to a safe place.

But this was not what he wanted.

"All the spies I've contacted said that the young master of Sky Island is extremely powerful. Even if he lost his weapon, he should still be able to fight with extraordinary strength. But the strength you have shown now..."

"A failed king is not worthy of barking at me. Even if we consider our old friendship, my patience with you has run out. Nibelungen, the gods should be responsible for their words and deeds, and the same goes for you."

After a long time of attack, Nibelungen became more and more anxious, and his moves were fierce and passionate. Shen Qianluo often used teleportation to resolve the attack, used the power of space to control the whole field, and used the sound of the flute to mobilize seven dazzling elements to intersperse the battle.

The two fought fiercely, and it might be difficult for others to intervene.

The ups and downs of his breath were still slightly fluctuating after all, and the young man landed on the top of the crumbling lighthouse and took a short breath while looking up.

The entire Yuanxia Palace was on the verge of collapse and shattering during their fight.

Although Shen Qianluo intentionally restrained the destruction of ancient relics, the Dragon King, who was determined to destroy the human world, obviously would not care about the protection of the so-called historical sites.

In a moment, a large amount of blood splattered, and the Nibelungen, gritting his teeth, had already chased in front of him again.

A dark light flashed in his eyes, and the boy raised his hand to fight in an instant.

"You take a rest, I'm here."

But the unexpected situation still happened. A gentle and steady voice suddenly sounded in front of him. His pupils shrank slightly. At this moment when most of the light in front of his eyes was blocked, Shen Qianluo's heart skipped a beat and he looked up suddenly.

Suddenly, standing in front of the thin body was a tall figure that was exactly the same as in his memory. He had always stood in front of him like this, from their first meeting thousands of years ago to their reunion thousands of years later.

"You..." The dazed expression barely regained the young master's rationality. Shen Qianluo's golden pupils were complicated. He looked at Nibelungen who was angry because of Morax's sudden entry into the game, and then looked at the man with strong divine power. He fearlessly confronted the Dragon King, and the rocks and soil shone with dazzling golden light.

The silver hair swaying in the air flow obscured the boy's expression.

After all, the one who disrupted all his plans was the stupid dragon who showed up unexpectedly...

If he hadn't joined the game earlier and stayed in Liyue, how could he have exposed his identity so hastily, and how could such an awkward situation have arisen between them...

Humph, it really is a silly dragon!

"No need to get in the way here, take Wan Ye back to the ground." Grabbing Morax's arm, Shen Qianluo passed by him without any hesitation, and took on the Dragon King's attack with quite a fierce momentum, and blocked Morax behind him.

The young man always prefers white brocade clothes, with a light golden belt around his waist, gold-rimmed edges, and dark embroidered dragon patterns. At this moment, he went into battle unexpectedly, the wooden flute exuded a clear light at his fingertips, and his silver hair and golden eyes made him look even more dazzling like a god.

Because Morax chose the side of Shen Qianluo and was forced to end the angry Nibelungen:?

"You two... know each other?"

"I guess this has nothing to do with the Dragon King."

The call that he wanted to blurt out was stuck in his throat. Morax stared at the boy's back for a while, hesitant to speak, and finally lowered his voice and sighed softly: "Okay. Be safe."

Quickly descending and attacking back to the ground, Morax escaped from danger with the wind elf, who was drifting under the impact of the terrible pressure and trying to protect the sleeping Maplebara Manye.

At this point, in the cold and indifferent Yuanxia Palace, the stragglers who withdrew from the battle for the artifact had already gone far away. Yuanxia, ​​who had escaped after being beaten twice, had already rushed out of the door, and other scattered living creatures also fled in panic.

Finally, only the Son of Heaven and the Elemental Dragon King were left confronting each other in mid-air.

Shen Qianluo finally no longer had to forcefully restrain his long-suppressed breath. Sweat dripped down his cheeks as he gasped in disorder.

The condition of the Dragon King, whose wounds were repeatedly torn, was obviously not very good. His scarlet blood almost covered the ground of Yuanxia Palace. His narrow dragon pupils stared at the young man with an extremely meaningful look.

"Why do you pretend to be calm in front of him? You clearly..."

"This should also be..." Shen Qianluo tried to smooth out his disordered breathing, his tone full of hostility, "It has nothing to do with the Dragon King, right?"

The words that followed were all choked up, and Nibelungen looked him up and down, squeezing out a dull sneer from the depths of his throat.

"When Shen Qianluo... Bai Ye Shen told me about the situation, I couldn't believe it. You have indeed changed a lot. Not only has your strength regressed to this point, but even the arrogance and pride that once fascinated me have disappeared completely."

The young man remained silent and did not respond. He lowered his eyes slightly and heard the Dragon King's tone becoming increasingly strange, and he revealed an increasingly difficult to suppress strange emotion.

"Why is your soul so exhausted? At your age, you are only a novice among the gods..."

"Lord Dragon King, are you... concerned about me now?"

All the emotions that were about to burst out in the Nibelungs froze.

The hot fluid sprayed by his severe injury was filled with the smell of blood. He paused for a few seconds before responding in a hoarse voice: "Between you and me, we are enemies of life and death, and only one of us can survive. This is the punishment you deserve for slaughtering the dragon clan."

"I know you despise my ability. You are also a king, and you are good at controlling the situation. You are extremely powerful and you are the supreme being of Sky Island. You are different from me who only have brute force. You despise me, you despise me, you look down on me, and I accept it all."

"But what makes me most angry and sad is that you condoned and assisted Tianli in slaughtering the dragon clan - Shen Qianluo, it was my clan that trusted you wrongly!"

The moment the last word fell, the Dragon King suddenly swooped down in front of the tired young man without any warning. His sharp claws burst out with a powerful force that had been accumulated for a long time, piercing through the god's fragile body as he suddenly dodged.

The moment the young man froze, a hint of murderous excitement rose on the corner of his mouth.

"From the moment you used the power of space to step into the Abyss Palace, I discovered the weakness of your soul. It must be extremely painful to hold on all the way until now, right?"

"You're in pain, aren't you?" He slowly leaned close to the boy's ear and whispered excitedly. Nibelungen stared at Shen Qianluo's groan caused by pain, and finally revealed a cold smile.

"I will torture you and eat your soul... I have waited for this day for too long."