Peerless God Emperor

The words were rather pretty.    

"In that case, atone for your sins." Shangguan Yi spat out a voice, and with that, he pointed out his finger, causing a round moon to appear in the sky above Yan Yu. Streaks of incomparably gentle moonlight rained down from the sky, and everything in the area seemed to slow down, as if time and space were being frozen by it.    

Yan Feng closed his eyes, an incomparably calm expression on his face, as though he was waiting for death to arrive.    

"Father!" When Yan Ziye saw this, he screamed with all his might. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he had reached the edge of collapse.    

"Hmm?" Shangguan Yi's gaze froze as he glanced in Yan Ziye's direction. When he saw the grief on Yan Ziye's face, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. With a wave of his hand, the moonlight suddenly froze in midair, and didn't fall any further.    

The anticipated attack did not come. Yan Kui opened his eyes, his expression somewhat puzzled as he looked towards Shangguan Yi, asking, "Why did you stop?"    

"Your son saved your life." Shangguan Yi said indifferently, he had only said a single sentence, and the reason for that was extremely simple.    

He had been separated from his daughter for a thousand years, and no one could understand the pain of being separated from his flesh and blood better than him. If he killed Yan Luo, then Yan Ziye would have to endure everything that he had experienced.    

At that time, Yan Ziye would also hate him and his daughter.    

Since a thousand years had passed and Yan Feng was willing to forgive him for his crimes and calmly accept his death, why would he need to kill again in order to perpetuate the hatred onto the next generation?    

There was no need for that.    

Yan Kui stared blankly at Shangguan Yi, not expecting him to let him off so easily. After which, he seemed to have understood something, and a sense of inferiority grew in his heart. Whether it was his talent or temperament, he was far inferior to Shangguan Yi.    

"Thank you for not killing me." Seeing this, a hint of joy flashed in Yan Zhi Ye's eyes. Such an outcome had obviously exceeded his expectations.    

"Yi Sheng is magnanimous. He can easily put aside the hatred of life and death." Ripples appeared in the hearts of the spectators as their admiration for Yi Sheng deepened. It wasn't only because of his talent, but also because of his charisma and charisma.    

In fact, they could probably understand what Yi Sheng was thinking. He did not want to continue this hatred. After all, he was about to disappear from this world. Some things could not be reversed, so it was better to do something for his descendants.    

Qin Xuan stared at Yi Sheng's silhouette as his heart was filled with reverence. Back then, Yi Sheng had covered up the glory of all his peers, having fallen for a thousand years. Now, he had reappeared in this world.    

Even though this was the Southern Flower Kingdom, and even though the Holy Emperor was here, at this moment, only Yi Sheng remained in the eyes of the crowd.    

Nan Linyuan's expression was incomparably cold and indifferent. A dead person was actually so brazen and arrogant. He simply didn't know the depth of the heavens and the earth!    

"Shangguan Yi, I haven't seen you in a thousand years, but now you're showing me how powerful you are!" He held a golden spear in his hands, and the spear's body radiated with a great fluctuation. It was actually a high-grade saint artifact!    

Shangguan Yi's gaze swept over to Lin Yuan, and upon seeing the golden spear in his hands, he seemed to have seen through something. A mocking smile appeared on his face as he said, "Lin Yuan, it's been a thousand years since we last met."    

As the sound of his voice faded, the expressions of the crowd froze.    

Such presumptuous words, only Yi Sheng himself dared to say it out loud.    

Sacred Emperor Nanhua, whose might could shake the entire world, wasn't even worth mentioning in the mouth of Yi Sheng. He directly spoke words of humiliation.    

However, Yi Sheng did indeed have the qualifications to say such words. Back then, the Holy Lord Nanhua was far inferior to him, otherwise, he wouldn't have colluded with the other four to attack Yi Sheng.    

"You're courting death!" That Golden Giant Dragon's body was incomparably huge, spanning hundreds of thousands of miles across, and its golden claws pierced through the layers of space, aiming at Yi Sheng's body through the air.    

In that moment, Yi Sheng's space was sealed by a great Terror Power. All powers stopped flowing, as if they were a vacuum, separated from the outside world.    

"Open." Shangguan Yi stretched out his palm, releasing a brilliant moonlight that enveloped the entire area, instantly breaking the seal. Not only that, the moonlight spread out in all directions, transforming the entire area into his Great Dao Domain. He was the master of this place.    

A biting cold chill emanated from the Moon Flower. Many people felt as though their souls were about to freeze over. They quickly retreated, not daring to approach that area where the battle was taking place.    

The confrontation between the Seventh Order Saints was extremely intense. Any of these ripples would be able to instantly kill any ordinary Saints, not to mention someone in the Emperor's Realm.    

"Go up and fight." South Lin Yuan held his long golden spear in his hand and stood in the air, looking at Shangguan Yi as he yelled out in a domineering tone.    

Shangguan Yi glanced at him, before transforming into a beam of white light and shooting up into the skies. After that, Lin Yuan took a step forward, opening a rift in the air as he disappeared into it.    

"Let's go." The crowd sighed in their hearts, their faces filled with disappointment. They had originally thought that they would be able to witness a battle at the pinnacle of Yuanfu. Unfortunately, they didn't have the chance to do so.    

"That old freak of yours hasn't appeared for a long time. If he were to fight the Saint Lord of Nanhua, who do you think would win?" Gongsun Sheng looked at Duan Ling Tian as he smiled and said, it was obviously a joke between friends.    

"Guess." Duan Chengtian lightly smiled to Gongsun Lu.    

"I think the result is obvious." A meaningful look appeared in Gongsun Lu's eyes. One of the Duan Clan's old ancestors had monstrous strength. He had lived for hundreds of thousands of years and had reached the peak of the Seventh Order. He was the number one expert among the Thirty-Six Saints.    

If he were to make a move and fight with the Holy Lord, the chances of him being defeated were extremely high.    

Although they were strong, their lifespan was almost at its end. Every time they attacked, they would lose a lot of Genuine Essence and they might even be injured, and at that time, the only road left for them was death.    

Their existence was mostly to intimidate people from other forces, and the possibility of them making a move was very slim!