Peerless God Emperor

The previously insufferably strong and arrogant Yan Wang had now been injured by the will of the Saint King of Nanhua. One could well imagine how much of an impact he had caused to their hearts.    

"After experiencing so many battles, Yan Sheng had long been exhausted. Now that the Saint King of Nanhua has come, he probably won't let Yan Sheng leave so easily. I'm afraid he's really going to die here." Someone said in a low voice. If the Saint Lord of Nanhua was not here, Qing Yangzi might have thought of his old friendship and let Yan Sheng go and let him live.    

Unfortunately, the Saint Lord of Nanhua had come. He wasn't a merciful person. In addition to that, Yan Feng had caused a huge ruckus at Nanyin's wedding banquet. With just this one matter alone, the Holy Lord of Nanhua couldn't be merciful.    

Qing Yangzi immediately looked down at Yan Feng, as if he was worried about his safety. They were people of the same generation, and they often cultivated together and shared similar interests. They had a very good relationship.    

In the end, he and Yan Ling were deceived by Nanlin Yuan and they did that wrong thing. Yan Yu directly became enemies with NanLin Yuan, avoiding the world to cultivate, and his relationship with NanLin Yuan also became much colder. Although he was still a prince of the Southern Flower Kingdom, he hardly asked about the matters of the Imperial Court.    

Originally, with his strength, he shouldn't have stayed in the Asura Hell, but he would rather cultivate in seclusion here because he did not want to have too much contact with Southern Lin Yuan.    

"You overestimate yourself." Lin Yuan swept his gaze in the direction of Yan Wang with an indifferent gaze. He then looked in the direction of Qing Yangzi and said, "You attacked too late."    

There seemed to be a few traces of anger in Nan Linyuan's words, and he was obviously blaming the Azure Sun King.    

"If I knew you would come, I wouldn't have interfered." Qing Yangzi spoke coldly as he looked at Nan Linyuan. There seemed to be a sharp glint in his eyes.    

He didn't know beforehand that Lin Yuan would come here, and if he did, then he wouldn't have attacked Yan Kuo at all. Instead, he would have done everything he could to make Yan Kuo leave, because he knew that Lin Yuan would truly have killed him.    

"I am sure he will come. Since he can't let go of me like this, I will help him. Let him go to the underworld to meet her!" The hearts of the crowd trembled when they heard those words. They felt that the Holy Lord Nanhua was really ruthless. He had already planned everything long in advance, waiting for the death of Yan Sheng.    

"Shameless animal. Are you even worthy to be the master of the dynasty?" Yan Feng, who was below, cursed at Lin Yuan.    

As his voice rang out, a cold glint flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes. He lifted his hand and blasted a palm print downwards. The palm print was incomparably huge, covering the entire sky as it directly slammed down, burying the location of Yan Luo.    

Boom!    

A thunderous sound rang out as the palm imprint slowly dissipated, Yan Yu's silhouette appeared in the crowd's line of sight. His body was bent, his aura was extremely sluggish, as blood frothed from his mouth, as though he was heavily injured.    

"Lin Yuan in the south..." Yan Ziye stared fixedly at the figure of the Saint Lord of Nanhua as he clenched his fists tightly. His heart was filled with a burning rage.    

However, he knew that there was nothing he could do. The Saint Lord of Nanhua City could kill him with a single thought. In the eyes of the old man, he was no different from an ant. He would die the moment he attacked.    

"So noisy." An impatient voice came from Lin Yuan in the south. He then looked towards Nan Yin and said, "The marriage shall continue."    

"Yes." Nan Yin nodded as he faced the crowd. He wanted to say something.    

At this moment, an ethereal voice rang out from the distance, "Nanlin Yuan, after so many years, you still haven't changed one bit. You're still as tyrannical and ruthless as before!"    

A hint of insanity flashed in the eyes of the crowd when they heard this voice. They all felt that it was inconceivable. Who would be so bold as to be so presumptuous to the Holy Lord of Nanhua?    

Don't want to live anymore?    

The Holy Lord of Nanhua frowned as he gazed in a certain direction. A silvery light radiated from a distance, instantly causing the surroundings to turn extremely cold. Many people couldn't help but shiver, as a look of shock appeared on their faces. How cold!    

Snow unceasingly rained down, covering the entire space. The spectators only saw a peerless figure clad in a long white robe descending from the skies, akin to a celestial maiden. Her aura was so holy that no one dared to disrespect her.    

The unmatched maiden gently stepped forwards, traversing a distance of ten million miles to arrive at the top of the crowd. Her beautiful eyes were filled with a coldness, as though she was looking at a mortal enemy.    

"Yun Sheng?" Qin Xuan's eyes revealed a hint of surprise. The woman who had suddenly appeared was the Yun Sheng of the Bright Moon Restaurant.    

"Aunt Yun, why is she here?" Shangguan Yulian, Fairy Blue Luan and the others were all stunned. However, Fairy Blue Luan was, after all, still a great figure of the Great Emperor. They quickly realized one possibility; it was that Aunt Yun was acquainted with the Saint Lord of Nanhua!    

The eyes of the Holy Lord narrowed as he stared at Yun Sheng. It was as though he was trying to recall the identity of the girl in front of him. However, he could still vaguely recall her name.    

"Yun Ling." A voice suddenly rang out. It was Qing Yangzi.    

He had always known that Yun Ling was still in the Shura Hell and in the Bright Moon Tower, but he couldn't understand one thing. Why would Yun Ling come to this place?    

She was already dead, and Yun Liang should have been hiding in the Bright Moon Tower forever to cultivate.    

Upon hearing Qing Yangzi's words, Nan Linyuan's pupils contracted. He seemed to have finally recalled something as he looked towards Yun Sheng in surprise, "You're not dead yet?"    

"If you aren't dead, then how could I?" Yun Ling let out an icy and sarcastic laugh, not caring about his identity as the Southern Lin Yuan in the slightest.    

Nan Linyuan frowned, then looked at Yun Guang with a dignified expression, "On the account of your relationship with her, I shall spare your life today. Leave now, or else, don't blame me for being heartless."    

"I can leave, but I want to take a person with me." Yun Ling said.    

Nan Linyuan's expression instantly turned cold. He looked down at Luo Qingli and asked, "Take her away?"    

"That's right." Yun Sheng growled, his expression incomparably resolute, as if this matter was inevitable. If it was Qing Li, she would definitely bring her away.    

"How laughable." A hint of a cold smile appeared on the corner of Nan Lin Yuan's mouth, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He looked at Yun Sheng with disdain, and said indifferently: "You think you can take him away in front of me?"    

A sliver of worry appeared in Qing Yangzi's eyes. Yun Sheng was also a Fifth Order Saint and his strength could be considered extremely strong. However, when compared to Lin Yuan, he was still far from being on the same level.    

If Yun Sheng dared to make a move, he would definitely end up in the same fate as Yan Sheng!