Zhao Yuening sheathed her spear, her face expressionless, standing in the universe, exuding an invisible sense of oppression. The remaining three mysterious figures were so frightened by this scene that they dared not move.
Before they arrived, they truly hadn't expected Zhao Yuening to be so strong, completely exceeding their expectations. Facing four powerful experts at the God Emperor Ninth Stage, Zhao Yuening was still able to handle them with ease, and even kill one of them. Such strength was terrifying, and it was enough to show that Zhao Yuening was a rare and monstrous genius!
The three mysterious figures exchanged a glance, then looked in one direction, clasped their hands in a respectful bow, and said, "We humbly request that you, senior, take action and kill Zhao Yuening. Afterwards, we will give you the remaining half of the divine crystal!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuening, who was standing some distance away, showed a rare change in her expression.
"Hahaha, I thought you didn't need my help." Suddenly, a burst of wild laughter rang out in the arena. Looking in the direction of the sound, an old man could be seen slowly approaching from a distance.
The old man held a gourd of wine in his hand, and was disheveled and filthy, resembling a beggar. But Zhao Yuening not foolish enough to think he was a beggar; she sensed a very strong aura of danger emanating from him.
God Venerable powerhouse!
Without a second thought, Zhao Yuening concluded that the other party was God Venerable- Emperor, and more importantly, not a low-level one, but at least a high-level God Venerable!
The mysterious man had anticipated that something unexpected might happen during the assassination of Zhao Yuening, so he spent God Venerable to ensure everything went smoothly!
Zhao Yuening felt heavy-hearted and confused. She couldn't understand who would go to such lengths to kill her.
The old man took a sip of wine from his gourd, sizing up Zhao Yuening with lustful eyes. He then looked at the three mysterious figures and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, such a beautiful woman, are you really just going to let me kill her like this?"
"We humbly request your assistance, seniors!" The three mysterious figures clasped their hands in a fist salute, their voices firm.
"What a pity." The old man sighed, shook his head, and looked at Zhao Yuening. "I don't want to kill you either, but I have no choice. Since I've taken their money, I have to do my job. Don't worry, I'll let you die without pain..."
Before the old man could finish speaking, Zhao Yuening suddenly attacked, instantly appearing before him with overwhelming force. She thrust out a spear that stirred up space and time, forming a vortex and unleashing terrifying power.
Zhao Yuening was like a killing god, her eyes filled with madness as she unleashed a full-force attack.
The old man smiled slightly, then raised his hand and waved it. Zhao Yuening's spear instantly disintegrated. She and her spear were sent flying millions of miles away by a vast divine power. When she regained her footing, her face turned pale, she coughed up blood, and her expression was extremely solemn.
She originally thought that even if her all-out attack didn't kill the old man, it would at least inflict some damage on him. But it turned out that she was overthinking it; the God Venerable was far more terrifying than she had imagined!
But she did not give up. She resolutely burned her own body. Death was not something she was afraid of, because she had already disregarded life and death when she first went to the battlefield!
The atmosphere in the Prince Zhao's Residence's residence was exceptionally heavy, because just a few days ago, the King Zhao's condition suddenly worsened, and he could not even stand up, so he could only lie in bed to recuperate. Everyone in the Prince Zhao's Residence believed that the King Zhao would not be able to hold on this time.
King Zhao was lying in a palace, his face pale, his lips white, and his forehead dark; he was extremely weak. In the hall were others: his wife Xuan Ji, his son, and his confidants.
King Zhao opened his eyes, his gaze filled with exhaustion. He looked up at the woman sitting by the bed, weeping, and forced a smile. "Don't cry. Perhaps this is my fate."
"I won't allow you to say that!" Xuan Ji cried her heart out, her eyes swollen from sobbing.
"Sigh~" King Zhao sighed. Although he didn't want to admit that he was about to die, reality didn't lie. He changed the subject and asked, "Where's Yuening? Hasn't she returned yet?"
Upon hearing this, Xuan Ji shook her head, and a strange light flashed in her sorrowful eyes, which she hid well, and the King Zhao did not notice.
"That girl has worried herself sick over me all these years." King Zhao sighed, his expression slightly somber. He then said to Xuan Ji, "Call that girl back. Don't look for any more medical sages or divine physicians. I know my body is beyond saving. Now, I just want that girl to stay with me a little longer."
"Alright, I'll send her a message in a bit. Let's take the medicine now. I believe you'll get better, my husband!" Xuan Ji said sorrowfully, then her gaze fell on a young man, " Linyuan, quickly go and bring your father the medicine."
"Okay!" Zhao Linyuan nodded and hurriedly ran outside. A short while later, he returned with a bowl full of medicine.
King Zhao glanced at the medicine, shook his head slightly, and said, "Taking more medicine now is useless; I won't take it anymore."
"No!" Xuan Ji reacted strongly upon hearing this, but she quickly realized that she had lost her composure and immediately explained, "You must take the medicine. What if it cures you? Even if not for me, you should think about Linyuan and Yuening!"
King Zhao hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said, "Alright, I'll eat it."
"Mmm, I'll feed you." Xuan Ji took the medicine bowl, picked up the spoon, and spoon-fed the medicine into King Zhao's mouth, one spoonful after another. Watching King Zhao swallow the medicine, a faint smile appeared on her lips...
Boom!
With a deafening roar in the universe, Zhao Yuening was knocked back hundreds of thousands of miles. At this moment, she was panting heavily, her face pale, her right hand empty, and blood was constantly flowing from her severed arm. But she didn't care at all. Her left hand gripped the spear tightly, and her fighting spirit only increased.
"It's truly unexpected that you, little brat, have lasted so long against me. You're much stronger than I was in my youth. Truly, the younger generation surpasses the older." The old man stared at Zhao Yuening, his eyes filled with shock, but then, the shock turned into killing intent. "A prodigy like you, I can't let you live. I've had my fill of playing with you. Die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of longswords materialized behind the old man. Each one contained enough power to kill any God Emperor. Even opponents of the same realm would only face death if they dared to underestimate them!
"Kill!" The old man uttered a single word expressionlessly, and in an instant, dozens of longswords flew out simultaneously, heading straight for Zhao Yuening.
Zhao Yuening felt suffocated; her pupils contracted, her fingertips trembled, and she didn't even have the strength to lift the spear.
Is it... over?
boom!!!
Suddenly, a dark figure descended like Nine Nether god from the deepest abyss, shattering the void as it arrived. Its jet-black robe billowed like an abyss, seemingly swallowing the night sky of eternity. Amidst the howling wind, a streak of dark golden light pierced through this dark universe!
It was a gilded mask that only revealed the nose and lips; as the cold light flowed, it seemed as if countless laws were born and died on it!
Dozens of longswords had arrived, but the man in black merely flicked them aside.
"Roll!"