I Am A Dignified Immortal Emperor, But The Sect Actually Let Me Marry

All the gazes of the geniuses gathered and converged on one point, projecting onto Vast Righteousness Peak.

There.

It is the place where the Saint Child resides!

In the eyes of everyone's anticipation.

The palace gate opened.

A figure slowly walked out.

The young face was beautiful, untainted by dust, like an immortal descending from the heavens, elegant and extraordinary, with a pair of eyes seemingly containing the rotation of the sun, moon, and stars.

He stood there.

Bathed in the morning sun.

Making it impossible to look directly at him, afraid of defiling the majesty of the immortal.

Wei Yunzheng looked into the distance, as if he could overlook the entire Extreme Emptiness. His chin lifted slightly, revealing an indescribable aloof temperament.

The bustling Extreme Emptiness fell completely silent.

Everyone was shocked into silence.

How could someone be so ethereal and stunning?

It's as if an immortal has descended.

Indescribable with words.

Mu Yao stared blankly at Wei Yunzheng. His appearance alone attracted everyone's attention. Even without speaking, he could captivate everyone's souls.

The little deer bumped around uncontrollably.

Among the crowd.

Many female disciples had a look of infatuation, tears streaming down their cheeks, unable to control their thoughts.

Xiao Yan widened his eyes. Although he had heard rumors of Wei Yunzheng's ethereal beauty, he was momentarily stunned upon seeing him.

Unbelievable.

There really is someone so ethereal and perfect!

The corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Mu Yao, who seemed a bit out of sorts. His pupils trembled slightly, then quickly returned to normal.

He himself was shocked by the other's ethereal face, let alone Mu Yao as a woman.

Looking around, all the female disciples were just like Mu Yao, obviously completely captivated by Wei Yunzheng.

Xiao Yan swallowed his saliva.

Then a thought came to his mind.

If only I had this appearance, how good would it be.

Wei Yunzheng stood with his hands behind his back.

Silent, just quietly gazing into the distance, seemingly immersed in the beauty of the morning sun.

Everyone remained silent.

As if watching a beautiful painting.

After a moment.

A voice broke the silence of the heavens and earth.

"Report!"

"Independent Cultivator Xiao Yan, who has come from afar today, wishes to discuss the Dao with the Saint Child. Please, Saint Child, draw your sword!"

It was Zhou Chouchou!

He leaped up.

Hovering in the air, bowing respectfully.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhou Chouchou behaved neither humble nor arrogant, composed and calm.

Xiao Yan frowned, suddenly feeling cued.

What really annoyed him was.

He's too ostentatious!

This Extreme Emptiness Saint Child is too ostentatious!

At this moment.

It seemed as if he himself was an insignificant ant, attempting to challenge the dignity of an immortal.

In the eyes of everyone's anticipation.

Wei Yunzheng withdrew his gaze from the distance, then indifferently swept over all the Extreme Emptiness Sacred Land Disciples present, his gaze finally lingering on Mu Yao and Xiao Yan.

Finally, his pupils contracted, locking onto Xiao Yan.

Very easy to recognize.

A black robe plus that iconic blunt weapon!

Then he calmly asked, "You want me to draw my sword?!"

His voice was plain, without a breathtaking momentum or thunderous sound, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Everyone held their breath and pondered.

What does the Saint Child mean by this!

Is he asking a question?!

Or is he affirming something!

Xiao Yan tightly furrowed his brows. He sensed a hint of disdain in those words, and an unnamed flame rose in his heart.

And since the other party has already spoken, shouldn't he also make a statement?!

Xiao Yan instinctively wanted to consult Yao Lao's opinion, but suddenly remembered that Yao Lao had fallen into a deep sleep.

Finally, he shifted his gaze and wanted to ask Mu Yao if she knew the meaning behind the Extreme Emptiness Saint Child's words, but he found that Mu Yao's gaze was still fixated on Wei Yunzheng.

Is he really that good-looking?!

She's been looking for so long and still can't get enough!

A hint of jealousy rose in his heart.

Just as he was about to communicate with Mu Yao through voice transmission, a sigh sounded from the sky.

Ah.

A heavy sigh.

Resounding in everyone's hearts.

Everyone's eyes were filled with confusion.

I don't know what Saint Child means.

Since his appearance, he has only asked one question, "Please let me draw my sword," and has not made any other movements.

And this sigh seems to contain helplessness.

Why is he helpless?

Is it because he wants to draw his sword?

Or is it because Xiao Yan is not worthy of him drawing his sword?

At this moment, Wei Yunzheng finally moved.

He raised his hand, drew his sword, and stared at the blade with a melancholy expression.

He sighed:

"The Sword Immortal in the sky, three million!"

"To see me, one must lower their head!"

Boom!

In an instant, Sword Intent roared out, the sound of swords resounded in the sky, entangling the hearts and minds of everyone.

As if stimulated by an external force.

There was a purple light coming from the east.

Spreading for ten thousand miles.

Enveloping Extreme Emptiness.

The sound of the Dao resounded between heaven and earth, the aura of the Great Dao permeated the air, and the Azure Lotus, which covered the sky and blocked the sun, unfolded in the void, expounding the principles of all things in the three realms.

The Azure Lotus phenomenon triggered the question of the Dao.

At this moment.

The entire Central Continent fell into turmoil once again.

Inside Extreme Emptiness.

All the disciples fell silent.

Not only were they attracted by the phenomenon between heaven and earth, but they were also shocked by those two declarations.

The Sword Immortal in the sky, three million!

To see me, one must lower their head?!

What a domineering statement!

Has the Saint Child's aura reached the point where he doesn't even care about Sword Immortals anymore?!

Why?!

Such rebellious words, spoken from the mouth of the Saint Child, surprisingly do not contradict!

Mu Yao's beautiful eyes radiated a charming light, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

It's a familiar senior brother!

It's a familiar feeling!

Usually humble and gentle, but at critical moments, he can overshadow everyone when he appears, and his words can be earth-shattering!

Xiao Yan was also shocked.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

How dare he say such words!

The Sword Immortal in the sky must also lower their head?!

Is this person extremely arrogant?!

Or has he reached an unimaginable level?!

Was his sigh because I am not worthy of him drawing his sword?!

On the peak of Sword Hall.

The gaze of the Perfected Being Dao Yuan pierced through the dazzling phenomenon and fell on Wei Yunzheng, who seemed like a god.

He murmured those two sentences.

His expression became solemn and respectful.

Such aura is beyond my imagination.

Could it be that my nephew's sword path...

Does not stop at becoming a Sword Immortal?!

Perfected Being Sheng Xu disappeared into the sky.

Sitting cross-legged on the clouds.

Although he is confident in Wei Yunzheng, Xiao Yan's consecutive victories over the Saint Children of the Four Great Saint Lands naturally made him worried about the outcome of this battle.

He didn't expect that his disciple would create such momentum without even making a move.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He reached down and scooped up a handful of the aura of the Great Dao from below, sniffed it, and said, "Good stuff, basking in the glory of my disciple! Hahaha!"

At this moment.

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to reach its climax.

Zhou Chouchou bowed again, representing all the disciples at this moment.

"Please, Saint Child, strengthen our Extreme Emptiness!"

In an instant.

Everyone seemed to find an outlet for their shock.

They shouted excitedly.

"Please, Saint Child, strengthen our Extreme Emptiness!"

"Please, Saint Child, strengthen our Extreme Emptiness!"

"Please, Saint Child, strengthen our Extreme Emptiness!"

The sound waves surged like roaring waves, echoing in the sky above the entire Extreme Emptiness.

Xiao Yan felt as if his divine sense was being constantly bombarded by the continuous shouting.

A heavy oppression rose in his heart.

It seemed like he was about to suffocate!

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