Ming Zhitian glanced at Bai Liao with a hint of sarcasm, let out a cold snort, and said, "Mo Li, you block the others for me. I want a one-on-one fight with Piao Yan."
Divine Master Mo Li nodded, "Rest assured, with me here, I'd like to see... who dares?!"
"Gulp!" Everyone present dared not move.
"Yu Lai! Four-Star Dragon Jade Flower Halberd Art!"
Ming Zhitian activated the "Shu Jian Lu" and unleashed a formidable strike!
"Nine Strikes Against the Divine Soul, Swift Lock!"
Emperor Piao Yan no longer held back, deploying all of his lifelong skills!
The two collided, locked in a fierce battle, neither gaining the upper hand!
"Yu Lai Again!"
Countless magical artifacts of various grades flew out from Ming Zhitian's storage bag. As he activated them, he commanded:
"Myriad Swords!"
Ten thousand artifacts rained down. Emperor Piao Yan hastily dodged, managing to avoid the myriad swords. However, he could not evade the four divine swords of the "Shu Jian Lu".
"Argh..."
They pierced through his chest, severely wounding him!
At the critical moment, Empress Xing Chen saved Emperor Piao Yan, stepping in front of him and looking at Ming Zhitian with a solemn expression.
Ming Zhitian showed no surprise. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Empress Xing Chen said, "Zhitian, I'm sorry..."
Ming Zhitian shook his head. "You owe me nothing. You owe it to the deceased Master Sheng Ran Yi Zhou, your former husband."
Empress Xing Chen sighed, "In the end, I was mistaken... These years, no, more accurately, these past hundred years, Piao Yan has been very good to me and Ling'er. He was not good in the past, but I still wish to protect him today."
Ming Zhitian said calmly, "Say that again?"
Empress Xing Chen said, "Don't worry, I will make him disappear within the Xiu Gu world and forbid him from ever stepping foot into the Shen Huang Holy Land Sect again. I only ask for his life to be spared."
At this moment, Piao Ling'er, who had been observing from the side, suddenly attacked! But she was injured by Divine Master Mo Li.
"Ling'er!" Empress Xing Chen, unable to tend to herself, looked over, fearing Ming Zhitian would attack Emperor Piao Yan.
"Is it possible?" Empress Xing Chen looked at Ming Zhitian with deep emotion.
Ming Zhitian shook his head. "It is not possible. Everything I have done, apart from searching for my biological parents, has been to avenge Master Sheng. Piao Yan must die today. From the day you met me, you should have been mentally prepared."
Empress Xing Chen wept, "I cannot do it."
Ming Zhitian said coldly, "Close your eyes and sleep, as if nothing has happened."
Empress Xing Chen summoned her magical artifact. Ming Zhitian calmly said, "Mo Li."
"Here!"
With just a surge of aura, he directly tossed Empress Xing Chen aside.
"Zhitian! No!" Empress Xing Chen called out.
Not long ago, no, just moments ago, she had also said "no" to Ming Yi Zhan.
Ming Zhitian remained impartial, choosing to judge Piao Yan. He then grabbed Emperor Piao Yan, tossed him like a chicken chick to the doorstep, forced him to kneel, and made him apologize to the heavens for Wu Sheng Ran Yi Zhou.
At this point, Emperor Piao Yan resigned himself and let out a hearty laugh, displaying his dying defiance. "Yi Zhou, you really found a good disciple!"
Ming Zhitian kicked him. "You are not worthy to speak my Master Sheng's name. Go to the netherworld and tell him."
"Zhan Huang Sword!"
"Thump!"
Emperor Piao Yan, a generation's emperor, met his end. To die by the sword of the Dragon-grade artifact, the Zhan Huang Sword, was perhaps a glorious death.
"Father Emperor!!" Piao Ling'er cried and fainted on the ground.
"Ling'er..." Empress Xing Chen blamed herself, quickly rushing to her side to embrace her, then administered a healing elixir.