Wei Zixi's expression did not fluctuate at all, and a lazy smile still hung on the corners of his mouth. "Oh? Did Jun Linxi save me? I don't seem to remember it clearly! However, I can change my mind now and let you leave safely. I can even give up the idea of destroying the God's Realm, so that you can take over the throne of the God Emperor smoothly and peacefully, and protect the safety of the God's Realm. I only have one condition—"
The man paused, his eyes fell on the unconscious girl beside him, and his voice was rarely gentle, strangely gentle to the extreme, "As long as you are willing to give up Xi Yue and hand her over to me, I will help you ascend to the throne of the Divine Emperor, how about that?"
"You're looking for death!!!"
Ji Mingyu, who had been extremely calm from beginning to end with no emotion in his eyes, finally burst out with a cold and murderous aura that could destroy the world at this moment.
A scarlet light flickered in his eyes, then slowly boiled over, as if to submerge his entire pupils.
The little red bird and Dandan, who had been paying attention to Ji Mingyu in the space, shuddered with fear when they saw Ji Mingyu's appearance.
Dandan even hid behind the little red bird and said tremblingly: "Daddy... why do I feel that Daddy... is so scary!"
The little red bird's eyes were also full of worry and confusion, as well as uneasiness and fear from the bottom of its heart when it saw those red eyes.
They all felt that Ji Mingyu seemed like a different person at this moment.
Although his body was already exhausted, it suddenly burst out with terrifying and seemingly endless energy.
However, 90% of his spiritual power had been consumed, so how could he still have such powerful spiritual power
The Xuanyuan Sword made a humming sound and, carrying with it dark energy, whizzed towards Wei Zixi.
Wei Zixi raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be curled up.
It seemed a little unexpected, but also seemed to be very interesting.
The red energy lines spread out like a dense net, blocking the Xuanyuan Sword in mid-air.
It was blocked, but it wasn't blocked either.
Wei Zixi’s face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The black sword light in the void slashed down with earth-shaking momentum.
At the same time, Ji Mingyu's figure appeared in front of him like a phantom.
The red energy line wrapped around him with a scorching temperature, but was blasted away by his casual palm.
The devouring power was launched from his palm, and Ji Mingyu pushed out another palm. A violent roar exploded, and Wei Zixi's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and hit the injection heavily.
The falling gravel mixed with the blood gushing out of Wei Zixi, the spotless red clothes, and the pale and graceful face, looking so shocking.
Ji Mingyu did not stop attacking. He rose into the air, grabbed the Xuanyuan Sword in mid-air, and slashed fiercely at the seemingly weak Wei Zixi.
Wei Zixi fell into such a desperate situation, but there was no panic on his face. Instead, a leisurely smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He spread out his five slender white fingers, and the next moment, a purple scepter appeared in his palm.
This is the scepter belonging to the high priest of the divine realm—the Haotian Scepter, and it is also one of the four most powerful and terrifying sacred artifacts in the world.
The Haotian Divine Staff emitted colorful light in Wei Zixi's hand.
The red energy on Wei Zixi's body spread like a burning flame, instantly dyeing the light of the Haotian Scepter red.
The Xuanyuan Sword pierced into the circle of light emitted by the Haotian Scepter.
With a clang, the sacred Xuanyuan Sword broke into two pieces. (To be continued)