Peerless Divine Emperor

Shangguan Yi raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard Yan Ruo's words, and looked in the direction of Yan Ruo, with a slightly meaningful look on his face. There is only death?

The words were very beautiful.

"In this case, then atone for your sins." Shangguan Yi uttered a voice, and then raised his hand and pointed forward. A round of virtual moons appeared above Yan Ruo, and a series of extremely soft moonlight fell from the sky. Everything in the space seemed to slow down, and time and space were about to solidify.

But Yan Ruo closed his eyes, his face was extremely calm, as if waiting for death to come.

"Father!" Yan Ziye screamed hard when he saw this scene, his eyes were extremely red, as if he had reached the edge of collapse. Seeing his father die in front of him, no one could remain calm.

"Hmm?" Shangguan Yi's eyes suddenly condensed, and he glanced in the direction of Yan Ziye. When he saw the grief on Yan Ziye's face, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and then waved his palm, and the moonlight in the air suddenly solidified there, and did not continue to fall.

The expected attack did not come, Yan Ruo opened his eyes, looked at Shangguan Yi with some doubts, and asked: "Why stop?"

"Your son saved your life." Shangguan Yi said lightly, only saying one sentence, the reason seemed very simple.

When he saw Yan Ziye, he was touched in his heart. He had been separated from his daughter for a thousand years. No one could understand the pain of separation better than him. If he killed Yan Ruo, then Yan Ziye would also bear everything he had experienced.

By then, Yan Ziye would also hate him and his daughter.

When will the cycle of revenge end? A thousand years have passed, and Yan Ruo is indeed willing to forgive his sins and accept death calmly. Why should he kill again and pass on the hatred to the next generation?

There is no need for this.

Yan Ruo stared at Shangguan Yi in a daze, as if he didn't expect him to let him go so easily. Then he seemed to understand something, and a sense of shame arose in his heart. Whether in terms of talent or character, he was far inferior to Shangguan Yi.

"Thank you for not killing me." Yan Ruo bowed to Shangguan Yi, and Yan Ziye saw a flash of joy in his eyes. Such a result obviously exceeded his expectations.

"Saint Yi has a broad mind, and he can easily let go of the hatred of life and death." The crowd was all moved, and their admiration for Saint Yi deepened a little, not only because of his talent, but also because of his personality charm.

In fact, they probably understood what Yi Sheng was thinking. He didn't want to continue the hatred. After all, he was about to disappear from this world. Some things could not be reversed. It was better to do something for future generations.

Qin Xuan stared at the figure of Yi Sheng in the sky, his heart full of admiration. Yi Sheng in the past overshadowed the style of all his peers. He fell for a thousand years and now reappeared in the world. Although only a remnant soul was left, he was still incomparable and no one could match him.

Even though this was the Nanhua Dynasty and the Nanhua Saint was here, at this moment, the crowd only had Yi Sheng's figure in their eyes.

Nan Linyuan's face was extremely cold. A dead person was so rampant and presumptuous. He simply didn't know how high the sky was and how deep the earth was!

"Shangguan Yi, I haven't seen you for a thousand years. Let me see how strong you are now!" Nan Linyuan said indifferently, with an extremely violent aura surging on his body. He held a golden spear in his hand, and the spear body emitted a strong avenue fluctuation. It was a top-grade holy weapon!

Shangguan Yi looked at Nan Linyuan, and after seeing the golden spear in his hand, he seemed to see through something. A hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Nan Linyuan, I haven't seen you for a thousand years, and you are still as despicable as ever. It seems that you have been the lord of the dynasty for nothing."

After these words fell, the faces of the crowd froze there.

Only Yi Sheng dared to say such presumptuous words.

The mighty Nanhua Saint King seemed to be worthless in Yi Sheng's mouth, and he directly humiliated him.

However, Yi Sheng did have the qualifications to say this. The Nanhua Saint King was far worse than him, otherwise he would not have colluded with the other four people to attack Yi Sheng. Such behavior was indeed very disgraceful. It was hard to imagine that this was something that a lord of the dynasty had done.

"You are looking for death!" Nan Linyuan roared, and the power of the Great Dao roared out, turning into a golden dragon flying out. The golden dragon's body was huge, spanning hundreds of thousands of miles. The golden claws pierced through the space and grabbed Yi Sheng's body.

At this moment, the space where Yi Sheng was located was sealed by a terrifying force, and all forces stopped flowing, like a vacuum domain, isolated from the outside world.

"Open." Shangguan Yi stretched out his palm forward, and the endless bright moonlight was released from the void, covering this space, and instantly breaking the sealing power. Not only that, the moonlight spread wildly around, making the boundless area all become his Great Dao domain, and he was the master here.

The biting coldness permeated from the moonlight, and many people felt that their souls were about to be frozen, and their bodies retreated to the back, not daring to approach the battle area.

The battle between the seventh-level saints was so fierce that any aftermath was enough to kill an ordinary saint in seconds, let alone an emperor.

"Go to the upper part to fight." Nan Linyuan stood in the air with a golden spear in his hand, looked at Shangguan Yi and said domineeringly.

Shangguan Yi glanced at him, and his figure turned into a white light and shot directly into the sky. Then Nan Linyuan took a step forward, directly opened the crack in the void, stepped into it and disappeared.

"Let's go." The crowd sighed in their hearts, and most of them showed a hint of disappointment on their faces. They thought they could see a peak-level duel, but unfortunately, there was no such opportunity.

"The old monster in your family has not appeared for a long time. If he fights against the Saint of Nanhua, who do you think will win?" Gongsun Ji looked at Duan Chengtian and said with a smile, which was obviously a joke between friends.

"Guess." Duan Chengtian smiled faintly at Gongsun Ji.

"I think the result is obvious." Gongsun Ji's eyes showed a hint of meaning. There are several ancestors in the Duan family. One of the old monsters is extremely powerful. He has lived for hundreds of thousands of years and has reached the peak of the seventh level. He is the first of the thirty-six saints.

If he fights against the Saint of Nanhua, the Saint of Nanhua is very likely to lose.

However, unless it is critical, the existence of that level will not be easily born. Although they are very powerful, their lifespan is coming to an end. Every time they fight, they will consume a lot of true energy and may be injured. At that time, there is only one way to die.

Their existence is more to intimidate people from other forces, and the possibility of them taking action is actually very slim!