Having grown accustomed to being criticized, Wang Ruliang suddenly felt very uncomfortable receiving praise from the audience.
Filled with anger, Wang Ruliang left a comment in the comments section, but it was completely ignored by the crowd of onlookers.
"Wow, this kid is so cute! I love people like him!"
"You're so arrogant, you wouldn't believe me!"
"Those who are truly arrogant don't think of themselves as arrogant!"
"That's right, it's a common practice in the fantasy world!"
"Wang Ruliang is the best!"
"I've gone from hating him to loving him! Wang Ruliang, I love you!"
Wang Ruliang: "..."
Putting everything else aside, your feelings for each other changed way too quickly! You were just cursing me a moment ago!
Wang Ruliang thought indignantly, but after this battle, he finally understood that speaking was useless now and would only have the opposite effect.
With that thought in mind, Wang Ruliang decided not to say anything more.
He immediately turned off the notifications from the Daqianwandao video website; thanks to the comment he had just sent, his notifications were scrolling by rapidly.
That old man is about to die.
In stark contrast to Wang Ruliang's somewhat dejected mood, the nine dragons of the Wang family were overjoyed to see this scene.
They were, after all, a race of demonic beasts. How could they possibly be happy to see their own kind being slaughtered by Emperor Meng Yu?
Both logically and emotionally, they were on the side of the cultivators of the demon beast race!
Especially since Emperor Mengyu had treated them badly before, and they had a terrible impression of him, the nine giant dragons laughed gleefully when they saw him looking old and frail.
No matter how powerful Emperor Mengyu was in the past, that was his glorious past.
Once a person dies, nothing is left.
As for what Emperor Mengyu is currently fighting desperately for, the nine giant dragons don't even consider it a big deal.
Let alone the creatures of the Perfect Wonderland, those weaker than them are like ants, and their life or death is essentially irrelevant to them.
At this moment, Wang Ruliang's expression gradually darkened as he stared intently at the footage in the review video.
Although I hate to admit it, Emperor Meng Yu at that time did have something. His seemingly ordinary attacks contained the power of the Great Dao. Just watching the review video was enough to benefit me greatly.
In the video, Emperor Meng Yu didn't say much about Wang Ruliang's sudden appearance and assistance; he simply smiled and then charged forward.
With Wang Ruliang's help, the remaining thirty-odd Great Emperor level experts were actually easier to deal with.
Before long, most of the Great Emperor realm experts were killed by the combined efforts of Emperor Meng Yu and Wang Ruliang. Some cultivators fled on foot, and Emperor Meng Yu had no choice but to leave, as he couldn't pursue the details of Hill's matter at this time.
Finally, we arrived here, and a great battle came to an end.
"It's finally over."
Upon witnessing this scene, many cultivators couldn't help but sigh, their words filled with a sense of melancholy.
Watching the Supreme Realm experts being killed one after another, they were filled with mixed emotions. The thought that such experts were nothing to Emperor Meng Yu made them realize that if they stood in front of Emperor Meng Yu, they might not even be cannon fodder.
This is truly a blow.
"A peerless hero like Emperor Meng Yu, I wonder who else could rival him?"
The cultivators of the forbidden land of life also fell silent at this moment. By this standard, their strength was nothing compared to that of Emperor Meng Yu.
Even if they believe themselves to be invincible, they don't want to say anything more now.
The battle was finally over, and Emperor Meng Yu stood alone outside, looking dejected.
The strange phenomenon of countless powerful cultivators falling from the dead finally turned into rain and fell. The Great Emperor, who had been stained red with blood, slowly faded in the rain.
Some rainwater has a faint reddish hue, which is said to be the remaining essence and blood of a supreme-level expert, possessing excellent healing properties.
Fortunately, Emperor Meng Yu had already killed all the remaining Supreme Realm experts, so the Perfect Immortal Realm was no longer a threat.
"Emperor Mengyu."
A voice came from behind Emperor Meng Yu. It was a cultivator from the Perfect Academy calling him. He turned around and saw that everyone had a sad expression on their face.
Clearly, no one wanted a great man like Emperor Mengyu to die in this way.
Unfortunately, the will of heaven and earth could not be changed according to their wishes. Emperor Mengyu's hair had turned gray, and his body began to show the characteristics of an old man.
This appearance is extremely rare among cultivators, and its presence on Emperor Meng Yu would make any cultivator feel uncomfortable.
Even the most vicious and ruthless individuals now only feel awe upon seeing Emperor Meng Yu's appearance, and no longer harbor any thoughts of cursing him.
"What are you all doing with those long faces?" Emperor Meng Yu suddenly laughed, but the surrounding cultivators only cried even harder when they saw his smile.
"Boom..."
The change was sudden. A fierce attack pierced through time and space, rushing straight towards Emperor Meng Yu's location. Its speed and position were designed to strike Emperor Meng Yu and catch him off guard.
Especially since Emperor Mengyu was in such a tender moment, this change made countless cultivators' hearts skip a beat, and they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
Even though they knew that as viewers, their voices couldn't be heard through the review video, they still couldn't help but shout, "Emperor Meng Yu, watch out!"
It was a long spear, incredibly sharp, carrying a terrifying spiritual pressure, its tip emitting a faint golden hue, indicating it had been stored in the Cloud Sun for a very long time.
However, this attack ultimately did not actually land on Emperor Meng Yu, but instead stopped abruptly half an inch behind him.
The spear hovered in mid-air, unable to move forward or backward, trapped in the void, looking rather pitiful.
Upon witnessing this scene, countless cultivators suddenly relaxed, their hearts returning to their stomachs in reassurance.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Why don't you wait until I'm weakened before you make your move?"
Emperor Mengyu turned around, his expression not showing much surprise, as if he had expected it.
The cultivators then realized that the direction Emperor Meng Yu had been looking was the direction from which the spear had appeared. It turned out that Emperor Meng Yu had already sensed everything!