HPDBC Chapter 209 131, Divine Emperor, why must you come now!_2
Chapter 209 131, Divine Emperor, why must you come now!_2
However, the majesty contained within that light and misty tone almost brought the Confucian-Mo Pavilion disciple to his knees.
"How, how could this be?"
His eyes widened, watching as his knees bent uncontrollably, slowly folding.
Those widened eyes were filled with bloodshot veins.
"No!"
His face suddenly contorted.
A scholar indeed can't be a Divine Emperor, but a scholar also has his pride!
The Confucian-Mo Pavilion disciple extended his arm, swinging it fiercely.
Spurt!
A sound of flesh and blood flying followed, as his knees were forcibly severed by his own hands.
"Even in death, I would not kneel before you!"
Gnashing his teeth, the Confucian-Mo Pavilion disciple revealed a grim smile, his face full of madness.
"The mission of our Confucian-Mo Pavilion is to set a heart for the heavens and the earth, to set a life for the people, to inherit the teachings of the sages, and to forge eternal peace for all generations. How could I ever bow before you, a monstrous pseudo-Emperor?"
Liu Ruoxue's eyebrows twitched upon hearing this, and her heart was stirred.
A demonic Divine Emperor? Did he know Xu Yuan's true identity?
She recalled Xu Yuan's recently feigned obscure title and instantly understood something.
Originally, she thought he was pretending not to know her in order not to arouse suspicions about their relationship.
But now, it seemed he might have feigned ignorance to avoid implicating her.
So, that meant the identity of a demon... was real?
"If that's the case, then you shall die!"
Xu Yuan spoke calmly, his authoritative gaze dissipating, replaced by an endless intent to kill.
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The next moment, a splendidly bright green light, accompanied by his words and murderous intent, shot out from his mouth.
It was Xu Yuan's own creation, the Jade Foot Sword Qi.
The fear-stricken Confucian-Mo Pavilion disciple, faced with the incoming verdant sword light, suddenly smiled with relief.
—Just the futile struggle of an ant.
Did he really think that with the remaining Spiritual Power, he could negate the full-force strike from a Confucian-Mo Pavilion True Person?
But the next second, the smile on his face froze.
For he saw the verdant sword beam, which had started growing larger upon leaving Xu Yuan's mouth, ballooning from the size of a toe into a small mountain of immense proportions.
It was as if the Inheritance Space itself was continuously infusing Spiritual Power into it, but they were supposed to only bear its murderous intent and hostility here. How could they possibly receive its aid?
He couldn't understand this.
"What, what is going on?"
Liu Ruoxue had a faint inkling from his earlier words and looked on in contemplation.
Xu Yuan didn't say a word, merely observing him with an aloof and calm gaze as if looking at a dead person.@@@@
When an emperor's wrath is kindled, blood flows for a thousand miles.
It's the killing intent that only those who love the world and all its people can exude.
And Liu Ruoxue, who was smitten with love for one person, naturally couldn't emit such killing intent.
This also led to their hopes being shattered once again.
"Sword Sect fairy, if you leave that demon now, I can still spare your life," said the Confucian-Mo Pavilion disciple, his face breaking into a smile filled with hidden implications.
Liu Ruoxue gave him a glance, completely disregarding him, but gave Xu Yuan a faint smile, "The road to the yellow springs is not so bad with me accompanying you, right?"
"Not bad at all."
Xu Yuan responded with a smile and closed his eyes, yet he did not give up hope but began to contemplate whether there was still a chance for a turnaround.
But there wasn't.
No matter how he pondered, he couldn't find a chance for a turnaround.
The Paralysis Spell and the Ruyi Gold Lock Rod, these two secret moves, if taken out, would only delay the inevitable.
As for the life-saving means left in him by Tian Liuli and Lin Qingque, they had all been exhausted earlier.
"Who would have thought that in the end, I wouldn't die at the hands of those yandere heroines, but rather at the hands of such an unknown disciple," Xu Yuan silently sighed to himself.
Above the great hall, White Ink finally let out a breath, as if he had set down some burden from his heart.
And upon the Dragon Throne, Jing Lixue, who was gripping the armrests of the throne with an expressionless face, was already prepared to interfere with the Inheritance Space if necessary to save him.
But it was at this moment that a low growl filled with anger echoed from underground.
"Scholar? A scholar from Confucian-Mo Pavilion?"
"Scholars lead countries astray!"
"Kill! They must be killed!"
"The reigning Divine Emperor, what kind of Divine Emperor is he, to actually let these vermin in!?"
Hearing this voice, the Confucian-Mo Pavilion disciple's face changed, while Xu Yuan, on the contrary, showed a look of joy.
At the same time, within the vast heaven and earth, the group of falling meteors changed direction, heading towards him.
Not only that, from the protruding cracks in the ground, a creature that looked like a dragon or a snake suddenly rose, fiercely whipping its tail in an attack towards him.
"Want to kill me? Unfortunately, the late emperor is not worthy of the title!"
The veins on the Confucian-Mo Pavilion disciple's face bulged, his eyes bloodshot.
He held the Mountain and River Painting Scroll in his hand, changed his position in a flash, and then appeared in the eye of the Wind Thunder Tornado.
And at this moment, witnessing this scene, a new enlightenment dawned on Xu Yuan's mind.
He had seemed to understand before, but in reality, he had not.
He was mistaken.
The Divine Emperor killing, why should he personally lift a finger? Why depend on any Spiritual Power, why the world should lend its force at the right moment?
He is the Divine Emperor.
And the Divine Emperor... needs no opportune moment.
He took a step forward, stepping onto the void above, to the astonishment of Liu Ruoxue, without relying on cultivation.
Subsequently, Xu Yuan softly spoke, pronouncing judgment as if declaring, "When I ascend the throne, all traitors shall perish!"