Nie Zhao felt that he was even more desolate. It was not enough that the Lord of Fengyun City, Mr. Ji Fengmian, came to him. Even the adults whom Mr. Ji Fengmian respected as his superiors wanted to beat him!
What mistake did he make and collided with some evil star? Only for this kind of unreasonable disaster to happen in his life!
"Your Majesty, your Majesty..." Nie Zhao was on the verge of crying, "Please let me be the clear one! Where did this junior offend you?"
However, Di Jiuque is not as easy to talk to as Feng Liao. His voice is as cold as a cold spring, and his elegance is cruel, "Feng Liao, light some incense."
"Yes." Feng Liao took the order, turned and pushed his hand, and a lit incense stick was inserted straight into the ground in the distance, igniting the scent.
Nie Zhao's heart skipped a beat. Why did he feel that this scene... seemed familiar
Di Jiuque squeezed his slender fingers, and when they moved, they made crisp sounds.
It's been a long time since I've had direct hand-to-hand combat, so I don't know if my skills have declined.
The crackling sound when Emperor Jiuque's five fingers moved made Nie Zhaoxiao's heart tremble. He felt that his bones were the toys in the hands of the Lord opposite, and they would make a pleasant crackling sound after a while.
I saw those noble, glittering, narrow and cold phoenix eyes slightly raised, looking at him indifferently.
"I don't use the power of the star. You attack with all your strength. If you can survive a stick of incense under my hand, I will let you go."
Di Jiuque's eyes narrowed dangerously, and his tone was even more dangerous.
This... isn't this similar to the way he talked to those two little monsters during the day
Nie Zhao's heart skipped a beat.
Feng Liao looked on in a cold sweat.
Lord Emperor really holds a grudge.
"Let's do it." Di Jiuque said coldly.
Nie Zhao gritted his teeth and saw that Di Jiuque didn't sound like he was lying. He didn't use any star energy to confirm that what he said was true.
"Then you're welcome, junior!" Nie Zhao made a move with his feet and roared. The star power from all over his body poured into his palms and shot out toward the Emperor's Nine Palaces!
There was no hidden clumsiness or any hidden strength. The violent power even split the space and made an overwhelming sound. A ten-meter-diameter pit appeared where Nie Zhao stepped, and grass clippings were flying!
In the wild wind, Emperor Jiuque did not move, and even the corners of his clothes were not blown up by the wind. It seemed that an absolutely closed realm had been formed around him, and no force could get in.
His figure is elegant, and his handsome face is indifferent and arrogant. He is like an absolute god overlooking the world from the nine heavens, controlling everything!
When Nie Zhao entered within three meters of Emperor Jiuque, his forward movement suddenly stagnated, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, unable to move even an inch.
Di Jiuque raised his cold thin lips coldly, made a fist with five fingers, and punched him hard!
With the strength of his body alone, he easily tore through the defense of the star energy around Nie Zhao and hit him hard in the face.
"boom!"
"wipe!"
"Click!"
Various miserable sounds continued to sound, but Nie Zhao was still stubborn. He was beaten almost to death and did not say a word.
The tragic situation of the one-sided crushing made Feng Liao, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but turn his head away.
Their noble emperor has changed...
In the past, he always focused on killing with one strike, but now, he likes to use his strength to bully people...
However, Emperor Zun's figure in close combat is still so elegant!
"Bang, bang, bang!" Nie Zhao's flying body smashed into a row of bamboo trees and slid underground for twenty or thirty meters before falling to the ground.
(End of chapter)