As soon as he finished speaking, the sword wrapped in evil spirit flew straight towards the two of them.
Sikong Ye hurriedly used his magic weapon to resist, but as soon as his magic weapon was touched by the evil spirit, it immediately lost its luster and its power was greatly reduced.
In just a moment, the sword pierced a hole in his shoulder.
And this was because he dodged quickly.
However, even though it only pierced his shoulder, the corrosive and cold air instantly spread throughout his body, as if tens of millions of insects and ants were gnawing at his flesh and soul, making him unable to hold back any longer and let out a shrill scream.
Duanmu Jun was stunned when he saw Sikong Ye’s miserable condition.
When he suddenly came to his senses, he pounced on the Chaos Jade Butterfly in panic, hugged it, and rushed out of the Divine Emperor Palace.
There are many monks waiting outside the Palace of the Divine Emperor day and night, awaiting the announcement of who the true candidate for the Divine Emperor will be tomorrow.
As long as he escapes from the Palace of the Divine Emperor, he will be saved.
Duanmu Jun's entire body turned into a meteor and rushed towards the Divine Emperor Palace.
Just as he was about to break out of the barrier of the Divine Emperor Palace, he suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain in his leg.
The whole person fell to the ground with a thud, just a few meters away from the gate of the Divine Emperor Palace.
When Duanmu Jun came to his senses, he found that both of his legs had been chopped off and blood was gushing out.
There was also a hole in his dantian, and cold demonic energy poured in from the hole, devouring his cultivation and soul bit by bit.
Duanmu Jun felt that his fourth stage was coming, and his eyes were filled with grief, anger and despair.
But he couldn't help but beg: "Don't kill me, I beg you not to kill me! I will never compete with you for the position of God Emperor again, please spare my life?"
The man in the black cloak stepped forward, blood dripping from the sword in his hand.
He looked down at Duanmu Jun who was crying and begging like a lost dog, and sneered: "A rubbish like you actually dares to compete with me for the position of God Emperor, and even dares to covet the Saint Girl... Xi Yue, haha, when you spoke nonsense to Xi Yue and looked obscene that day, you should have thought about your fate today."
Duanmu Jun crawled on the ground, desperately crawling towards the door, crying and shouting as he crawled, "I was wrong, Ji Mingyu, I was wrong, I will never dare to think about Xi Yue again, and I will never dare to compete with you again, please forgive me!"
Ji Mingyu laughed loudly, loosening the sword in his hand and letting it float in the air. He took a step forward and clasped Duanmu Jun's dantian with one hand, then smiled faintly, "It's too late to beg for mercy now! Now I will gladly accept all your cultivation, just consider it as your apology to me and Xiyue!"
As soon as he finished speaking, black air lingered around the man's fingertips, and a huge vortex instantly formed on his palm, which began to frantically absorb Duanmu Jun's cultivation.
Duanmu Jun widened his eyes in horror and despair, trying desperately to retreat, but he could not escape the devouring power at all.
Deep hatred welled up in his eyes, and he suddenly gathered the last bit of spiritual power in his body and roared hysterically, "Ji Mingyu is an evil demon. He will destroy the God's Realm. He is the calamity of the God's Realm. I must kill him! Kill him and avenge me!!"
Under the cloak, on that vaguely visible face, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Looking outside the Divine Emperor Palace, it was quiet in the early morning, but there was a commotion outside. (To be continued)