Peerless God Emperor

If he wanted to kill someone, who could stop him?    

Not only that, the person he wanted to kill was a member of the younger generation in the Emperor Profound Realm. This was as easy as crushing an ant to death.    

At this moment, Qin Xuan felt his body being pierced by the terrifying might of a Monarch. The Genuine Essence in his body was being tightly suppressed, and was not even able to circulate at all.    

Under the suppression of absolute strength, any form of resistance seemed pale and powerless.    

Qin Xuan's eyes could not help but reveal a look of despair, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Was he going to die here today?    

To die in the hands of a Sixth Order Saint, that was something to be proud of.    

The incomparably terrifying palm imprint descended downwards, its killing intent reaching an extreme, as though it wanted to suppress everything below.    

But right at this moment, a figure disappeared from beside Qin Xuan, and in the next moment, he reappeared below the palm print.    

That figure was Ximen Guyan, his entire body was surrounded by the powerful pressure of the Sacred Path, with his palm facing forward, a simple and unadorned purple sandalwood zither appeared in his hand, it was actually Han Yanqin.    

The two words, Cold Smoke, were taken by Zhuge Shi Yu.    

At this moment, Ximen Guyan raised his head and looked at the Monarch's palm that was constantly enlarging in his eyes, with no hint of fear in his eyes. There was only relief and relaxation, and his face even had a hint of a faint smile, as if he was going to fulfill a wish that he had not achieved for many years.    

Seeing Ximen Guyan's actions, the hearts of the people from the Nine Regions could not help but tremble, what is Ximen Guyan trying to do?    

"Father!" Ximen Bingyue's body suddenly trembled, her face instantly turned as white as paper, tears flowing from her eyes, how could she not know what Ximen Guyan was trying to do.    

Using his own life in exchange for Qin Xuan's life.    

"Father-in-law!" Xuanyuan Potian also shouted, his eyes turning red, he was almost unable to control the Qi in his body, the scene in front of him, was truly too strong.    

If the Di Family Saint wanted to kill Qin Xuan, his father-in-law would not hesitate to sacrifice himself to save Qin Xuan.    

Qin Xuan naturally realized what Ximen Guyan was trying to do, and his eyes instantly widened. His face revealed an expression of extreme fear, and he crazily shouted towards Ximen Guyan: "No! "Please leave quickly!"    

Ximen Guyan stood there, his gaze looking down, at Qin Xuan's body, his expression extremely peaceful.    

"Child, I am useless, I did not properly teach you, and up till now, you have not learned zither technique, to the point of being ridiculed by others. Today, I will pass on to you my last song, you listen carefully, do not forget it."    

Ximen Guyan's voice revealed a desolate and sorrowful feeling, like a hero's regret at the end of his life, and also like a parting request.    

Many people's eyes were fixated on the figure in the air, their hearts trembling slightly. Was this the Zither Demons from the past that had the unmatched beauty of the generation, the one with the highest zither technique in the Nine Regions?    

This kind of boldness was worthy of respect and reverence.    

"Lone Smoke!" Alcohol Immortal and Qing Cloud Knife Saint both shouted in a hoarse voice. At this moment, it was already too late for them to rush over to save her.    

All of this actually happened in an extremely short period of time as there was simply no time for anyone to react. Di Ling was determined to kill Qin Xuan, and thus snatch away the phagocytic crystal s in his body.    

"This song is called Tears of Hero!"    

Ximen Guyan waved his sleeves, his heroic spirit making him seem like the only person in this world with his peerless talent.    

Both of his hands landed on the strings, in that instant, his expression became extremely sharp, his long hair fluttered like a sword, the strings vibrated, and strands of sound of zither with powerful holy might floated out and spread through the sky, into everyone's ears.    

"Smoke rose, the nine realms were in turmoil, the Demon Clan appeared, the wind and clouds rose, the Sword Qi was like frost, and his heart was as white as the Milky Way."    

"In the tens of thousands of years of travel, who could possibly fight back? Their bodies were born with insanity. Wherever the sound of zither goes, many heaven's pride level experts would be wounded if they died."    

"…"    

A series of loud and candid voices came out from Ximen Guyan's mouth, as though he was narrating his entire life's experiences. It was brilliant and heroic, as though it was an epic praising song, causing many people's blood to surge when they heard it, their gazes towards Ximen Guyan contained even more reverence.    

When Ling Luori heard the sound of zither, his body started to tremble violently. He and Ximen Guyan often played together and knew what kind of zither music the other party was good at.    

He had never heard the other party play the "Tears of Hero" before.    

It seemed that Ximen Guyan had prepared long ago, and would only play when he was going.    

Just as Ling Luori was deep in thought, the palm which could destroy everything had already arrived, and under the palm, was Ling Luori's body.    

The palm continued to descend, the sound of zither floated, a terrifying sound of zither storm was born in that place, the sound of zither roiled with countless spirit energy and formed layer after layer of defensive screen, standing right above Ximen Guyan's head, blocking the Monarch Palm.    

From start to finish, Ximen Guyan only played with his head down, not even raising his head up to look at the sky.    

When he played the tears of the hero, he would be prepared to take a look at life and death.    

In the air, Di Ling looked down at Ximen Guyan with indifferent eyes, and said coldly: "Are you begging for death?"    

He took a step forward, and a series of Emperor Palms erupted out from beneath his feet. They cut across the space and struck towards Ximen Guyan's body, each of them containing a terrifying might.    

Di Ling did not hold back at all, since Ximen Guyan wanted to die, he would grant his wish.    

At the same time, Dugu Jian, fire master, Thunder Lord and Yan Qingfeng had also arrived.    

The four of them gazed up into the sky at the same time, their bodies emanating a powerful holy might, fire master's body seemed to have turned into a furnace, flames ignited from his body, transforming into a huge flame dragon that soared upwards, attacking towards the sky.    

Thunder Lord's body continued to rise, his body releasing deafening roars of thunder, the light of the sun continued to shine down, striking against the lightning, releasing even more powerful Qi.    

Dugu Jian's eyes swept across the sky. Those pair of eyes were like a sword gaze, terrifying to the extreme. Numerous terrifying Sword Intent s actually exploded out of his eyes, as if a single glance would be enough to take a person's life.    

His palm struck out into the air, countless Sword Qi shot out, engulfing the entire sky and clouds. The entire world seemed to have turned into a sword domain as the Sword Qi madly wreaked havoc.    

Numerous Goose phantom appeared around Yan Qingfeng's body, releasing an extremely pure and holy aura, all of them spread their wings and flew, the Flawless Immortal light was like a Holy Sword, piercing through the heaven and earth, aimed at the falling palm imprints.    

Qin Xuan looked at the four figures in front of him and felt extremely grateful in his heart. He did not expect that he, a descendant of the Emperor Realm, would be able to get the four Lord of Gods' Palace s to help him, what an honor it was.    

"If I want to kill someone, you can't stop me!"    

Di Ling spat out a disdainful voice. Even with the five saints blocking his way, killing a Emperor was still as easy as pie.    

The Emperor's Light flashed in the air, Di Ling's body disappeared, following that, the space around Qin Xuan started to fluctuate, Di Ling walked out and stared coldly at Qin Xuan.    

Seeing Di Ling appearing before his eyes, Qin Xuan knew what the other party's intention was.    

This Di Ling, she really wanted to kill him!    

"Wretched child, just die!" Di Ling's hand directly grabbed at Qin Xuan's body, a resplendent holy light circulating in his palm as he struck out with his palm, as though the heavens had descended, something that could not be resisted.    

Ximen Guyan was the closest to Qin Xuan. His figure flashed, and directly blocked the space between Di Ling and Qin Xuan's body, as invisible sound of zither surged around his body, and transformed into layers of defensive screen.    

However, Di Ling had released the palm directly from his palm, with power that was stronger than the palm just now. The palm landed on the light curtain and it instantly shattered.    

The palm continued to move forward, striking Ximen Guyan's chest, following that, Ximen Guyan's body was instantly flung out, spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air, his Qi becoming extremely weak.    

"Master!" Qin Xuan looked in the direction that Ximen Guyan had flown with worry, and then, an extremely icy cold aura was released from his body. The coldness was pressing down, and actually caused the surrounding space to freeze.    

Qin Xuan stared at Di Ling's body, his eyes filled with a strong killing intent. If he could not exterminate the Di Family, he would not be a human disciple!    

"Ximen Guyan." Dugu Jian, fire master, Thunder Lord and Yan Qingfeng all looked at Ximen Guyan and sighed in their hearts.    

They had tried their best, but Ximen Guyan insisted on trading lives for theirs, so they had no choice.    

As Di Ling had said, if he wanted to kill an Emperor Realm individual, unless an existence on the same level as him held him down, no amount of people would be of any use.    

In front of the Saints, those in the Royal Sacred Realm were akin to ants that could be destroyed with a single glance.    

Di Ling frowned slightly as he looked in the direction of Ximen Guyan. He did not expect Ximen Guyan to actually come for real, to use his own life in exchange for this disciple's life.    

This is crazy.    

It was just a disciple, was there a need to go all out like this?    

Countless of veins in his body were destroyed by the Emperor's Will, causing the Genuine Essence's power to be unable to circulate. Although he still had a chance of survival, he was like a cripple with his life's worth of cultivation destroyed.    

After all, Di Ling was a Saint of the sixth step.    

At this moment, countless gazes that were cold as ice turned towards Di Ling's direction. If looks could kill, Di Ling's body would have been riddled with countless holes, it was unknown how many times he had died.    

Qin Xuan's body flashed and arrived at Ximen Guyan's body.    

Looking at his previous heroic teacher, now his face was sallow, his Qi was weak, his body was weaker than an ordinary person's, and Qin Xuan felt a burst of pain as though ten thousand swords were piercing his heart, if not to save him, his teacher would not be like this.    

Ximen Guyan looked at Qin Xuan, and barely squeezed out a smile on his face: "Brat, cultivators should be careful, and not be affected by emotions. Teacher can only do this much for you, the next step, will be up to you alone."