Father and Son Reunited; an Emperor Weapon Repelled with a Flick of His Finger!

The man he had only been able to imagine since childhood, through portraits and his mother's descriptions—the man who seemed like a god—had truly appeared before him!

"Waaah!"

A flood of grievances he could no longer suppress burst forth like a dam breaking, sweeping away all of Xiao Yang's strength in an instant.

Like a child who had suffered an unbearable injustice, he saw the person he relied on most—and could no longer hold back. He burst into tears.

Tears mingled with blood and streamed down his cheeks.

He wept for all the hardship he had endured over the years.

He wept for his mother, who had waited so long.

He wept for the grief of Martial Uncle Daoist Shou Zhuo, who had perished body and soul protecting him!

"Father!"

"Martial Uncle... Martial Uncle died saving me!"

"That old dog, Eastern Emperor Great Emperor! He killed Martial Uncle! He's going to kill us all!"

Xiao Yang sobbed incoherently, pouring out all his pain and anger.

Ning Hongye held him tightly, feeling his body tremble violently. Her heart ached, and her eyes reddened despite herself.

She understood how Xiao Yang felt.

This man, who had always been domineering and strong, who seemed as if he would never fall, only showed such a vulnerable side in front of the father he held dearest.

"I know."

Xiao Wuji watched Xiao Yang cry like a child, a flicker of pain in his eyes.

He slowly raised the hand that had torn through chaos, as if he wanted to cross time and space and stroke his son's head.

But in the end, he held back.

He slowly turned his head. The moment his gentle eyes fell upon that expanse of gray chaos, they turned icy cold, brimming with boundless killing intent!

"Eastern Emperor!"

"You deserve