When Yang Jian's eyes locked on Jade Great Emperor again.
The titular Three Realms Dominion's body was shaking violently, and his whole body seemed to have been hit by Nine Heavens's divine thunder.
His last psychological defense completely collapsed.
Gone.
Nothing is left.
Stars of the Zhoutian Grand Formation is useless.
Heavenly Court Elite Gods are disabled.
The Daoist monk he trusted most and was the last guarantee of his power, Queen Mother of Yaochi, was photographed Divine Soul Nirvana by a piece of Paving Brick that flew out of nowhere and fell unconscious.
Even Supreme-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure Plain Cloud Boundary Banner was dim and covered with dust. It fell to the ground and was no different from a piece of rag.
All trump cards and all reliance were torn apart and crushed layer by layer in front of this evil star.
Now, this evil star has put away the terrifying Paving Brick that can crush Quasi-Saint, and is walking towards him step by step with the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade that can chop Stars into pieces.
Jade Emperor could clearly feel that the bone-chilling murderous intent had completely enveloped him.
He wants to escape.
But his legs had long been filled with lead from fear, and they were so heavy that he could not move even an inch.
He wanted to ask for help.
But looking at the entire Heavenly Court, all Immortals and Gods have retreated a hundred steps away, trembling. Who dares to come forward to protect him?
despair.
Complete despair.
The shadow of death turned into a cold net, sealing him from head to toe, making him feel suffocated even when he breathed.
"No... don't come..."
Jade Emperor's lips trembled and he whined like a mosquito.
His body kept shrinking back against the cold Dragon Throne, as if this could bring him a little sense of security.
However, Yang Jian's footsteps did not stop.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Every step brought with it a crushing pressure, crushing Jade Emperor's last dignity.
Finally.
Yang Jian walked up to Imperial Steps on the ninth floor and came to Dragon Throne.
He looked down at Jade Emperor who was slumped on the ground, with a cold look on his handsome and cold face.
He didn't speak.
But those eyes burning with eternal hatred have already explained everything.
Under such substantial gaze.
Jade Emperor's psychological defense was finally crushed.
He doesn't want to die!
He practiced countless yuanhui, and from a Daoist boy, he finally sat on the Three Realms supreme throne and enjoyed the respect and power for hundreds of millions of years.
He hasn't lived enough yet!
How could he die here?
How could he die at the hands of a nephew he had always looked down upon?
The instinct to survive was overwhelming everything at this moment.
Overwhelming the dignity of being Heavenly Emperor.
Overwhelming the dignity of being an elder.
Overwhelming the last strength of a male creature.
Plop!
There was a muffled sound.
In Primordial Three Realms, countless powerful people peered into this place through various Divine Ability secret methods, looking at them with disbelief.
In front of the Lingxiao Palace, all Heavenly Court Immortals and Gods's eyes were shattered.
This man who once stood high, Word-Manifested Law, Dominion, the Jade Great Emperor, Haotian Shangdi of the fate of all living beings.
His knees suddenly weakened and he knelt down straight in front of Yang Jian!
He gave up all resistance.
He abandoned all dignity.
He was like a dog wagging its tail begging for mercy, knocking his noble head down hard at Yang Jian!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The heavy and loud sound of kowtow echoed again and again in the dead silence Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
Every sound is like a loud slap, slapped hard on Heavenly Court's face and every Immortals and Gods's face.
"Nephew... no! Zhenjun! True Lord Yang Jian!"
Jade Emperor was kowtowing crazily and crying incoherently for mercy.
Snot and tears flowed all over his face, and his embarrassment reached its peak.
"I was wrong!"
"Uncle was wrong!"
"Uncle is not a human being!"
"Uncle is a beast!"
His forehead hit Golden Brick, the emperor's blood spattered, and his voice became more and more shrill.
"When I suppressed your mother and imprisoned your sister, it was because my uncle was temporarily confused and was blinded by lard!"
"Please!"
"For the sake of our blood being thicker than water, please spare uncle this time!"
He raised his head, his face was covered in blood, and his eyes were full of madness for survival.
"I... no, me!"
"I am willing to abdicate!"
"I am willing to give you the position of the Lord of Three Realms!"
"As long as you can spare my life!"
"From now on, you are Heavenly Emperor!"
"I'll make cows and horses for you!"
"I'll be a dog for you!"
Piercing cries and humble begging.
This scene caused all the creatures who looked at this place to fall into a long silence.
They thought of countless endings.
I thought about Yang Jian being suppressed.
I thought about Heavenly Court being disabled.
I even thought about Jade Emperor being stabbed in the head by Yang Jian, with blood splattering in the sky.
But they just didn't expect it.
The ending will be like this.
In such a humiliating and unbearable way.
The majesty of Heavenly Court was shattered to pieces by Heavenly Emperor himself at this moment.
It was so broken that even a complete tile could no longer be put back together.
Jade Emperor's cry for mercy echoed in the empty Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
He knelt down until his head was bleeding, and the golden emperor blood was mixed with tears and snot, staining the Golden Brick ground in front of him into a mess.
In that humble appearance, there is no trace of Three Realms Dominion's majesty.
He is clearly a bereaved dog who is willing to give up everything in order to survive.
Yang Jian looked at him quietly.
Looking at this nominal uncle.
Looking at the culprit who caused the destruction of his family.
The anger in his eyes, when he saw the other party's ugly appearance, did not bring him the pleasure of being vented, but quickly cooled down.
Only endless coldness and disgust remain.
Is this the enemy he has hated and complained about forever?
Is this the Heavenly Emperor who is aloof, formulates Heavenly Laws, regards family love as nothing, and regards all living beings as ants?
A complete coward.
A loser who bullies the weak and fears the strong.
Kill him?
Yang Jian suddenly felt that killing such a person would only dirty his own knife.
The hatred in his heart completed another sublimation at this moment.
What he wanted was never Jade Emperor's life.
What he wants is to overthrow this cold, Decay, inhumane Heavenly Court.
What he wants is to break the so-called Heavenly Laws that has bound his relatives and countless living beings.
But now, the goal has been achieved.
The moment when Jade Emperor knelt in front of him, kowtowed and begged for mercy in front of Three Realms sentient beings.
Heavenly Court, is already dead.
Its majesty, its sanctity, and its legitimacy have all gone.
"That's enough."
Yang Jian finally spoke, and there was no warmth in his voice.
As soon as these two words fell, Jade Emperor kowtowed crazily and stopped on the spot.
He raised his bloody face and looked up at Yang Jian with eyes full of hope and begging.
"You won't kill me?"
"Nephew, are you really not going to kill me?"
He seemed to have grasped the last straw.
Yang Jian didn't even bother to look at him again.
His gaze passed over the Jade Emperor kneeling on the ground and landed on the Dragon Throne which was cast by Divine Metal over ten thousand years and engraved with nine dragons, symbolizing the power of Three Realms Supreme.
It's this chair.
Let countless gods chase you.
Let countless creatures be in awe.
It is this chair that makes the person sitting on it become cold, heartless, and no longer like a living being.
It is the source of all evil.
"Kill you?"
"You're not worthy yet."
Yang Jian's voice is so chilling.
The words have not yet fallen.
He moved.
The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade in his hand drew a silver arc in the air.
There is no earth-shattering divine power.
There is no edge that can tear Space-Time apart.
It's a simple, clean cut.
Poof!
A soft sound.
That Heavenly Court has gathered hundreds of millions of years of Fortune, and its strength is comparable to Nine-Dragon Divine Throne of Innate Spiritual Treasure.
Under that seemingly ordinary blade, it was as fragile as tofu.
From the middle, it is divided into two.
The incision is as smooth as a mirror.
Click...
Dragon Throne, which was split open, let out an overwhelmed groan.
Immediately afterwards.
It collapsed on the spot!
It turned into countless golden fragments of different sizes, scattered all over the ground.
The nine Fortune divine dragons that were originally lifelike and wrapped around Dragon Throne also screamed in an instant, completely collapsed and turned into nothingness.
Dragon Throne, broken!
The core of Heavenly Court's Fortune was completely cut off under this knife!
This knife is more cruel than killing Jade Emperor!
What it cuts off is the foundation of Heavenly Court's rule over Three Realms!
"Ah!"
Jade Emperor looked at the debris on the ground and let out a scream that was even more pitiful than his dead father.
He could feel that the connection between himself and Heavenly Court's Fortune was completely severed.
From now on, he, Heavenly Emperor, is just a puppet with an empty name and can no longer mobilize Heavenly Dao Authority.
Yang Jian ignored his screams.
He sheathed his sword and stood up, his clothes whiter than snow, spotless.
He looked around at this splendid but lifeless Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
Looking around at the Heavenly Court Immortals and Gods who were shivering in the corner with ashen faces.
Finally, his voice clearly spread throughout Thirty-Three Heavens and the entire Primordial Three Realms.
"As of today."
"Heavenly Court is no longer the master of Three Realms."
"The so-called Heavenly Laws is just a piece of waste paper."
"Three Realms Order, it is up to all sentient beings to decide!"
"If anyone is dissatisfied..."
Yang Jian's gaze suddenly became sharp.
"Come to Guanjiangkou and ask me about the knife in Yang Jian's hand!"
After the words fell, he stopped staying.
Turning around, it turned into a silver stream of light, rushed out of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, rushed out of South Heaven Gate, which had already transformed into Ruins, and roared away towards the human world.
Just stay.
A broken Dragon Throne.
A desperate Jade Emperor.
A former Heavenly Court whose dignity was ruined and became the laughing stock of Three Realms.