Wrath of the Immortal

"emperor?"

"You didn't understand what I said?"

"Tell your great-grandfather to come over and kneel down to apologize."

"..."

Xiao Chen looked at Xiong Batian and said three words coldly.

At this moment, he completely figured it out.

Instead of looking for Xiong Weilong to throw himself into a trap, it is better to use the trick.

Xiong Weilong tried so hard to force him out, wasn't it just to get the Qiankun Ding?

As long as he doesn't go, mother will be safe.

If the battle could be held here, he would be sure to escape unscathed.

There are many monsters in the mountains not far away, and Kunpeng can still be asked to help.

These thoughts flashed through his mind, and a strange smile appeared on Xiao Chen's lips.

"Xiao Chen, what are you going to do..."

This smile fell in Xiong Batian's eyes, making his hair stand on end and he trembled.

Xiao Chen didn't say anything, but suddenly bent down and slapped Xiong Batian in the face several times.

The surrounding Jin Yiwei were all shocked.

They admired Xiao Chen's courage for daring to slap the emperor in the face in public.

"Xiao Chen, don't go too far, I am the emperor..."

Xiong Batian covered his face and said angrily.

He wanted to take action, but he couldn't muster any strength in his body.

"Excessive? Then I'll show you something even more extreme..."

Xiao Chen glanced at Xiong Batian's crotch and slashed it with his sword.

"ah!!!"

Xiong Batian let out a scream and was in pain.

His manly pride was cut off by Xiao Chen on the spot.

"Xiao Chen, you piece of shit, I'm going to kill you..."

Xiong Batian's face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Seeing that Xiao Chen was about to take action again, Xiong Batian trembled all over and kicked his legs back in fear.

"Let me tell you one last time, contact your great-grandfather and ask him to kneel in front of me and beg for mercy, otherwise..."

Xiao Chen's voice was cold and he quickly swung his flying sword.

Xiong Batian's body trembled every time he waved.

"No, don't kill me, I'll contact Grandpa right now..."

Xiong Batian was really scared and quickly begged.

In his eyes, Xiao Chen was not a human being at all, but a murderous devil.

Xiong Batian patted the storage bag on his waist and pulled out a charm.

He quickly pressed the spell, and the spell flew into the air with a whoosh.

Immediately afterwards, the Condensation Talisman burned.

A vague figure slowly appeared, and after solidifying, it turned into the back of Xiong Weilong.

At this moment, he was performing evil spells and had no time to see Xiong Batian's condition.

Xiong Weilong's golden elixir level cultivation is enough to kill Xiao Chen under normal circumstances.

After what happened last time, he felt that it was very difficult to kill Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen can use the invisibility technique, and there is a high probability that he will escape under his nose.

Isn't it just to use evil magic to force Xiao Chen to get the treasure from him?

If Xiao Chen is allowed to run away, all the efforts will be in vain.

In order to ensure nothing goes wrong, Xiong Batian wants to use evil magic to control Xiao Chen's soul.

As long as this is done, Xiao Chen's treasure can be obtained easily and easily.

"Didn't I tell you not to contact me? When I finish casting the spell, I will naturally..."

Xiong Weilong looked unhappy and said without looking back.

"Ancestor, save me..."

Xiong Batian interrupted loudly in order to survive.

This cry affected his injuries.

Xiong Batian screamed and spit out a few more mouthfuls of blood.

"Um?"

Xiong Tianwei was puzzled and turned back suddenly.

When he saw the scene in front of him, he was furious.

"Xiao Chen, you bitch, let go of my great-grandson..."

Xiong Tianwei gritted his teeth and roared angrily.

"Let him go? Yes! Kneel down and beg me..."

Xiao Chen looked up at Xiong Tianwei and smiled playfully.

Today's matter will not be forgotten easily.

Xiong Tianwei dared to be cruel to his mother, and he also wanted her to feel the pain of losing a loved one.

"Xiao Chen, I am the ancestor of the Chu Kingdom. Do you dare to make me kneel down?"

Xiong Tianwei went crazy and roared at Xiao Chen.

If they weren't too far apart, he would have slapped Xiao Chen to death.

"Isn't the ancestor of Chu State a human being? Shouldn't he kneel down and apologize if he offended me?"

Xiao Chen was playing with the flying sword in his hand, and suddenly slashed down.

"Ancestor, save me...ah!!!"

As Xiong Batian screamed, one of his fingers was cut off by Xiao Chen.

"Xiao Chen, you are so brave. Do you believe that I will kill your mother right now?"

Xiong Tianwei moved his wrist and tightly grasped Li Xiurong's soul.

Under the input of spiritual power, Li Xiurong's soul trembled and he might collapse at any time.

"Kill! One life for another, a mortal for an emperor, no loss at all!"

Xiao Chen was so nervous that he had to show his indifference.

He was betting that his previous guess was correct.

As long as Xiong Tianwei doesn't get the Qiankun Cauldron, he won't do anything to his mother.

"I heard that you are a filial son, do you really want to watch your mother die tragically?"

Xiong Tianwei released black mist from his palm, which instantly entered Li Xiurong's soul.

Most of Li Xiurong's soul collapsed, and he was about to lose his soul.

"Believe it or not, I'm going to make your royal family cut off their descendants?"

Xiao Chen didn't dare to look at his mother, for fear that he would shed tears if he looked at her again.

He raised the sword and dropped it, blood splattering everywhere.

The flesh and blood on Xiong Batian's body was cut off, and he was quickly caught in Xiao Chen's hand.

"The power of blood, the art of curse..."

Xiao Chen quickly pinched the magic formula and chanted a complicated spell at the same time.

The black mist released from his body became increasingly dense.

"Aren't you a disciple of Qiyun Sect? How can you practice blood evil magic?"

Xiong Tianwei was shocked when he saw this scene.

He didn't expect that Xiao Chen also practiced magic.

"You, the ancestor of the royal family, can practice evil magic, why can't I?"

Xiao Chen sneered and asked back.

What he practiced was really not evil magic.

It was the orthodox magic in the Qiankun Ding.

Because the spiritual power absorbed previously contained the breath of the magic.

So when casting the spell, black magic energy will be formed.

Xiong Tianwei's eyes became solemn when he heard Xiao Chen's words.

He couldn't be sure whether Xiao Chen would use evil magic to cut off his descendants.

If it was really this magic, their royal lineage would have no descendants from then on.

In this case, what would happen if he got the Qiankun Ding?

If he couldn't let Chu unify the world, what would happen if he had a higher cultivation level?

Thinking of this, Xiong Tianwei gritted his teeth and chose to compromise temporarily.

"Xiao Chen, let him go, and let bygones be bygones."

"I will cancel the wanted order against you, and I can help you become the leader of Qiyun Sect."

"If you want, you can choose as many princesses of the Great Chu Kingdom as you want."

"..."

Xiong Tianwei's murderous intent subsided, and he said in a negotiating tone.

Such a good thing is a great favor for anyone.

Becoming the leader of Qiyun Sect, he has the final say in the entire sect except for the ancestor.

Marrying the princess, becoming a royal relative, and enjoying endless wealth and glory.

"Princess? Humph! Is such a woman worthy of being my woman?"

Xiao Chen's face sank, and he asked coldly.

He would not agree, and he had never thought of reconciliation.

If he could make Xiong Tianwei angry and affect his emotions, it would be a win.

Because when a person loses control of his emotions, his combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

"Xiao Chen, if you have any other requests, I can also agree to you..."

Xiong Tianwei was so angry that he wanted to curse back.

He was worried that Xiao Chen would perform evil magic, so he could only pretend to be calm.

"My request is very simple, kneel down and apologize to me!"

Xiao Chen replied calmly, his tone full of playfulness.

"Don't go too far, you bastard, believe it or not, I will kill you now?"

Xiong Tianwei finally couldn't help it and cursed.

"I'll wait for you..."

After saying this, Xiao Chen's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he swung the long sword in his hand violently.

"Ah!!!"

Only a scream came, and Xiong Batian's blood splashed three feet.

Xiao Chen's sword contained a huge amount of spiritual power.

Not only did it pierce Xiong Batian's dantian, but it also made his soul fly away.

Xiong Batian died, and the concentration technique lost its spiritual power to maintain it.

In the air, Xiong Tianwei's shadow was dim and lightless, and it was about to collapse.

"Xiao Chen, you bastard, if I don't kill you, I won't be called Xiong Tianwei!"

Seeing the tragic death of his great-grandson, Xiong Tianwei was furious and roared coldly.