Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

In fact, Dao Huang would not really take action, Wang Kui was just watching everything from the side.

"Kill me if you dare."

The severe pain in his chest had eased a little. At this moment, Chengfeng seemed indifferent to life and death and finally spoke.

It has to be said that young people are more flexible in dealing with accidents than old people.

They are passionate, youthful and enthusiastic.

When facing life and death, don't take it seriously.

They will use practical actions to prove the immortal value of youth and passion.

It is precisely because of this that many great undertakings in history were pioneered by them.

"The dragon lurks in the abyss, its scales and claws flying. The tiger roars in the valley, and all the beasts are terrified."

These words of praise are not for any famous historical figure; they are just spoken casually.

Of course, Sword Emperor Mo Chen would never know about these praises from the young man.

The young man's tenacity made Mo Chen feel caught in a dilemma.

"You kid! Do you really think that I dare not kill you?"

He brandished the Heaven-Slaying Sword, trying to save some face, "I didn't attack you because I appreciate your talent. Don't be ungrateful."

"Go ahead and do it. Sixteen years later, I will still be a brave man. When the time comes, I will look for you to avenge my master."

Chengfeng's words were like a spark in the cold wind. Although weak, they had the power to set the whole field on fire.

"You are a little naive, kid. It is not certain whether I will still be in this world in sixteen years."

After hearing this, Dao Huang laughed in silence, but that smile was so bitter.

Time is ruthless, life is fragile, and the future is full of uncertainties. Dao Huang has long known this.

Just like Xuanjizi, it was once like a nightmare that made him feel breathless.

Now, it's all over.

But the young man in front of him made him feel difficult.

He is Xuanjizi's disciple and has extraordinary skills, but we can't kill him now.

In the future, if he really grows up, or if I really live to that moment, how should I face it?

Wang Kui is here, so we can't kill him.

Faced with this dilemma, Dao Huang became agitated again, his voice filled with helplessness and grief.

"Boy, do you know that your master Xuanjizi killed my father and robbed my wife? It is only natural for me to kill him."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Chengfeng was so furious that his eyes seemed to be spewing fire.

"My master Xuanjizi is a kind person. He would never do such a thing. You are lying!"

"Boy! Why would I lie to you? It would be easy for me to kill you. There is no need to lie to a young man like you."

"Your master is not a good person. All the old people in the martial arts world know this. He killed my father, wiped out my clan, and robbed my newlywed wife..."

The Sword Emperor, who had avenged his great hatred, still had his chest heaving and was very emotional when he talked about these old events.

A look of grief and indignation appeared on the old face.

Seeing Dao Huang's grief-stricken look, Cheng Feng couldn't help but be shaken.

Under the current circumstances, there is really no need for Dao Huang to deceive himself.

Thinking back to the past, I also asked Master about his past. He just waved his hand and didn't say a word about the past.

It seems that he has also done some ridiculous things that no one knows about.

Hearing Dao Huang say this, it does seem miserable.

Chengfeng frowned, and his resentment towards Dao Huang eased a lot.

However, the master is always the master. Chengfeng closed his mouth and said no more.

"Why aren't you talking again?" Dao Huang's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and there was a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Xiao Mo! Forget it. Your great revenge has been taken, so don't embarrass him anymore."

Wang Kui's voice was calm but powerful. He waved at Dao Huang, signaling him to step back.

Facing Wang Kui, Dao Huang did not dare to overstep the boundaries. He bowed and saluted with a respectful tone.

"Senior! This kid has a very stubborn temper. I wonder why you are protecting him?"

Wang Kui gently stroked his beard and said, "This boy has great talent. I would like to accept him as my disciple."

"Senior wants to accept him as his disciple?" Dao Huang was slightly surprised, with complicated feelings in his heart.

"Exactly! This kid is extremely talented. It's such a waste of good stuff for him to follow that Xuanjizi."

There was a hint of regret in Wang Kui's tone.

"Senior, this kid is so stubborn, will he be obedient?"

Dao Huang looked at Cheng Feng lying on the ground with a hint of doubt.

"Will he not listen to me?"

Wang Kui laughed, his laughter full of confidence: "Even someone like Xuanjizi can be his master. I, Wang Kui, am more powerful than his master's master."

"This kid is not stupid. He should understand things. I am the most qualified to be his master."

"You are not qualified!"

Before Wang Kui's laughter had stopped, a hoarse and cold voice came from afar like a cold wind, carrying a shocking majesty.

“Who?” Wang Kui’s smile froze instantly.

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and saw a golden light suddenly flying from the depths of a white cloud in the distance.

In an instant, he arrived in front of the three people.

Wang Kui was surprised to find that what came was a golden dragon the size of a thumb.

The golden dragon was shiny all over, radiating seven brilliant colors.

Behind the head of the golden dragon, a colorful holy circle is suspended, appearing glorious and holy.

Although its body is small, it has five limbs, representing dignity and power.

When Wang Kui saw the halo on the golden dragon's head, alarm bells rang in his heart.

He completely let go of his previous indifference and hurriedly bowed to the golden dragon.

"May I ask who you are? I am Wang Kui, a disciple of the Holy Mother Gui Ling of the Green Travel Palace. I am honored to meet you."

"Biyou Palace?"

The colorful golden dragon chuckled, with a hint of disdain in his voice.

"So you are the disciples of Tong Tian. Leave the young man here. You can go now. I don't want to make things difficult for you."

"Which saint are you? Have you ever met my master?"

There was a hint of tentativeness in Wang Kui's tone, sensing that the golden dragon in front of him must not be offended.

But he was somewhat unwilling to give in, so he had to use his own background to support the situation.

The colorful golden dragon glanced at him and said proudly, "I don't need to know your master. Although I know your leader, we have no intersection."

"As for your ancestor, I have met him several times. You, young man, stop talking nonsense and leave immediately."

Wang Kui was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. The breath of this golden dragon was so strong that it was scary to death.