Peerless God Emperor

The experts from the Hand seal released waves of powerful energy, forming an invisible barrier that sealed off all auras in the hall, preventing them from escaping.    

Cen Hao, who had always been beside Peng Jing, was also among them.    

Cen Hao looked at Tian Li's figure, his eyes did not have any ripples, his hand casually grabbed forward, as though he had control over a great dao in the world. Countless stones appeared in the air, all of them rushing towards Tian Li's body.    

Tian Li's expression changed drastically as he felt an extremely powerful and suffocating pressure pressing down on him. His body immediately stiffened in the air and he had no power to resist, as if his body was suppressed by a huge mountain. At the same time, a terrifying soul power rushed into his mind, causing his brain to tremble violently, as if his soul was about to be torn apart.    

Gradually, his consciousness became blurry and he lost consciousness.    

Since this was an expert of the Great Emperor, capturing someone with Sixth Level of Origin Emperor Stage would not be a problem at all.    

Countless rocks surrounded Tian Li's body, as though they were forming many stone walls surrounding him, as waves after waves of extremely heavy Qi enveloped his body, as Tian Li continued to fall. Tian Li's body emitted a clear crackling sound, as though his bones were fractured.    

"Elder Cen, please hold back! Don't let him die!" Peng Jing immediately said, if he killed this child, then there would be no use.    

Cen Hao nodded his head slightly. The pressure he was exerting on Tian Li had lessened by a lot, and he was only trapping Tian Li inside, not taking his life.    

"Ninth Prince, this child seems to have an extremely mysterious power within him that protects his body. And if I'm not mistaken, he should be someone from the dragon race." Cen Hao looked at Peng Jing and asked, "Did you find the wrong person?"    

Peng Jing's eyes flashed with a deep meaning, he then shook his head and said: "It shouldn't be wrong, otherwise that brat wouldn't have such a huge reaction just now. Maybe they aren't related by blood, it's just that they are closer."    

"Moreover, both of their surnames are Qin. This proves that their relationship is not ordinary." Peng Jing continued to speak, he believed his judgement was not wrong.    

Cen Hao slightly nodded, and did not say anymore words.    

"Men, use the Eight Trigrams Heaven and Earth Disc to capture this child. Use the Spirit Sealing Bell to seal his soul; don't give him the chance to escape." Peng Jing said in a clear voice.    

The moment he finished speaking, someone immediately walked to Tian Li's side and led him out of the hall.    

"What does Ninth Prince plan to do with him?" Cen Hao asked.    

"Don't worry, I plan to try again with the Fantasy Killing Field. Otherwise, I won't be able to get the recognition of the Qianxue Court." From Cen Hao's words, he found out that the Fantasy Killing Field indeed had a secret relationship with the Qianxue Court. It was very possible that Qian Xuetingjun was also controlling the Fantasy Killing Field at the same time.    

This was both a good thing and a bad thing for him.    

If Qian Xuetingjun was also in control of the Fantasy Killing Field, then he could use this opportunity to get into Qian Xuetingjun's sight. He did not need to think of any other methods, but previously, he had sent people to capture Qin Xuan, and was stopped by the Qianxue Court's envoy.    

Cen Hao looked at Peng Jing, as if he had guessed the worry in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Ninth Prince does not need to worry too much about this matter. Qian Xuetingjun has cultivated for countless years, and his mental state has long reached a transcendent realm.    

"I hope so." Peng Jing nodded lightly. Qian Xuetingjun had cultivated for even longer than his royal father, so this kind of terrifying existence was not something he could speculate about.    

"Then should we tell the Tenth Princess about what happened today?" asked again in a probing tone. In the past few days, Peng Yuxuan had been in closed door cultivation to prepare for breaking through and did not leave his room.    

"No need. After she comes out, I'll bring her to enter the Fantasy Killing Field again." Peng Jing said.    

"Understood." Cen Hao nodded his head, then his figure instantly disappeared.    

Peng Jing gazed into the distance, and a figure dressed in white suddenly appeared in his mind. An extremely cold glint flashed past his eyes, as though there was some kind of terrifying killing intent hidden within.    

"Just you wait, I will make you pay!" A cold voice rang out in the hall.    

...    

Qianxue Court, inside Qin Xuan's pavilion.    

Snow scattered down from the sky, swaying along with the wind like catkins. The cold wind was biting cold and bone chilling. At this moment, the scene was like a beautiful painting that was naturally formed without any inscriptions or ink.    

Qin Xuan looked at the scenery outside the pavilion, and a sense of longing arose in his heart. He wondered how Ruoxi, Huo Er and the others were doing.    

It had been months since they had parted.    

Qin Xuan gently raised the teapot on the table with his right hand and poured the tea into a cup. He then raised the teacup and carefully savored the tea, his eyes revealed a faint smile, and when he drank the tea, it was rather interesting.    

Outside the pavilion, a human figure could be vaguely seen. He had a cool figure, walking on the snow, but he did not leave any footprints, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Qin Xuan.    

Raising his head to look at the figure before him, Qin Xuan smiled and greeted: "Big Brother Yang."    

The person who came, was Yang Yao.    

"Come, I'll bring you to see the Lord." Yang Yao went straight to the point.    

"Alright." Qin Xuan immediately stood up and put down the teacup in his hand. Without wasting any more words, he and Yang Yao left the pavilion.    

Not long after, the two of them arrived at the deepest part of Qianxue Court. Yang Yao looked at the stone hut in front of him, and said softly: "That stone hut is the residence of Ting Jun, you can go inside."    

"I'm going alone?" Qin Xuan could not help but be stunned, he thought that Yang Yao would bring him along.    

"Of course you'll go alone." Yang Yao laughed and said: "Do you know that this stone hut is a true forbidden ground of the Qianxue Court? Without the permission of the Overlord, no one is allowed to step inside, and even if it is me, it would be hard to escape if I barge into this stone hut without permission."    

Qin Xuan couldn't help but shiver in his heart upon hearing this. It seemed that this Qian Xuetingjun was a cruel person who treated his subordinates so harshly, so he would naturally treat others even more harshly.    

"But don't worry, I've already told Ting Jun about this. You can just go in." A casual smile appeared on Yang Yao's face, as he wanted Qin Xuan to relax a bit.    

"Then I'll be going in." Qin Xuan said. After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the stone hut. However, his footsteps were hesitating, as he did not know what was waiting for him.    

Yang Yao looked at Qin Xuan's back figure, the relaxed expression on his face had disappeared, and his heart had become somewhat nervous, even when he was receiving his punishment, he was not as nervous as he was at the moment.    

For Qin Xuan, it could be said that he had sacrificed a lot, and he was truly unwilling to see his hopes fail.    

Qin Xuan arrived at the entrance of the stone hut, but did not push open the door and entered. Instead, he respectfully bowed towards the stone hut, and cupped his fists: "Junior Qin Xuan, following the order, has come to pay respects to Master."    

As Qin Xuan's voice fell, the space became quiet for a moment. Then, a calm voice came out from the stone house: "Come in."    

"Thank you, senior." Qin Xuan cupped his fists again, he then pushed open the door and saw some simple furniture, a stone table, two stone chairs, and a bed made of ice on the right.    

On the bed, an old man in a suit sat up straight, waves after waves of terrifying cold qi emanated from the bed, flowing in the air, it was as though space itself was being frozen. Qin Xuan also felt a chill pierce into his bone marrow, subconsciously releasing his spirit energy to resist.    

However, the expression on the old man's face didn't change at all. He continued to sit there quietly, as though nothing had happened.    

Qin Xuan was speechless when he saw the scene in front of him. This old man must be Qian Xuetingjun, as expected of an expert capable of using the power of frost, this level of chill was unable to affect him in the slightest, his body would probably have reached an extremely terrifying level if he was living in such an environment.    

Qian Xuetingjun slowly raised her head and looked at Qin Xuan with her silver eyes. Her eyes seemed to ripple as she asked Qin Xuan: "Your name is Qin Xuan?"    

"Exactly." Qin Xuan spoke honestly, how could he hide the truth from Qian Xuetingjun, not to mention that his identity would be exposed very soon, why not tell him honestly now, so that Qian Xuetingjun would not feel unhappy after finding out the truth.    

A strange expression appeared in Qian Xuetingjun's eyes, and he said, "No wonder Yang Yao was willing to suffer for you, that is, the only person to have obtained first place in the Barren Domain Large Competition s, and entered the top ten ranks of the Nine Domains List s that were at the fourth level since ancient times."    

Qin Xuan's expression immediately changed when he heard this. Big Brother Yang had suffered for him?    

"What do you mean?" Qin Xuan's expression became more serious as he stared at Qian Xuetingjun. Big Brother Yang had only asked him to come to see the Lord, and had not said anything else.    

It seemed that the Big Brother Yang was hiding many things from him.    

"That's not important anymore." Qian Xuetingjun's eyes indifferently swept across Qin Xuan, and said: "Since Yang Yao has sent you to see me, then let's begin."    

Qin Xuan revealed a look of doubt.    

After he finished speaking, Qian Xuetingjun waved his hand. A streak of silvery-white light blossomed from the center of his palm, and actually formed a small snowy mountain that revolved in midair.    

On the snowy mountain peak, it was as though an emperor was sitting cross-legged with his entire body bathed in azure light. Although his figure was small, he still exuded an aura so holy and majestic that no one dared to look him in the eye.    

Looking at the figure, Qin Xuan's heart could not help but tremble, the emperor's figure seemed to have appeared in his mind, becoming even more majestic, and his body released an endless radiance, like a god's might was matchless, looking down at the world.    

At the same time, a sonorous voice rang in his ears, making him bow down to him and submit!