Mysterious mirror hanging high

"The central building is protected by a divine transformation formation. These rebels can't even break through the formation of the building." Jing Yu frowned.

However, Jing Yu had just made his judgment when he was slapped in the face.

Liefeng removed the cannon from his back, placed it on his shoulder, and aimed it at the central building...

boom--

A huge red beam of light shot out from the muzzle, and it shattered the Divine Transformation Formation in front of it with one shot!

Jing Yu and Gu Ming looked at each other in surprise. "Fellow Daoist Gu, you are well versed in puppetry mechanisms, but can you tell what that cannon is?"

Gu Ming was incredulous. "No spiritual fluctuations mean it's not a magic weapon. No law fluctuations mean it's not a spiritual weapon either... This thing is just a simple technological creation!"

"But that's impossible? A technological creation can never penetrate the Divine Transformation Formation! This is illogical."

"It's the Red Dragon Cannon!"

A cultivator recognized the weapon and excitedly said, "It's the Red Dragon Cannon, lost for a thousand years... the only forbidden weapon capable of killing a Divine Transformation cultivator... I can't believe Lord Liefeng has recreated it!"

"Perhaps he can really kill the [Guyuan Emperor]..."

"Kill--"

Liefeng, carrying the Red Dragon Cannon, was the first to rush into the central building. The other dozens of Yuanying Zhenjun followed closely behind Liefeng. With the encouragement of the leader, large numbers of low-level cultivators also became eager to move, and many of them followed them into the gap in the central building.

"Quick! Let's go check it out!"

Jing Yu and Gu Ming restrained their breath and followed the large force into the central building, but strangely, the entire building was empty, without a single living thing.

They followed the strong wind to the top floor of the building and finally saw an extremely spacious hall. In the depths of the hall stood an extremely huge golden throne.

At this moment, a pale-faced young man in a nightgown was reclining on the throne. Various needles and some empty wine bottles were scattered on the ground.

The young man was staring at Liefeng with a half-smile in his eyes, his eyes a little blurry.

Liefeng aimed the Red Dragon Cannon at the man, pursed his lips, and his eyes shone with unspeakable hatred and determination:

"Emperor Guyuan? Your doom has come."

Jing Yu and Gu Ming, who were mixed in the crowd, exchanged glances and nodded simultaneously: "Familiar fluctuations of laws... This is indeed a Divine Transformation cultivator."

The Emperor of Guyuan seemed to have anticipated the arrival of Liefeng and the others, and said lazily:

"Gale, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Liefeng's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, his hand still tightly gripping the Red Dragon Cannon:

"Where are your lackeys?"

"I dismissed him early."

Emperor Guyuan slowly stood up, a sinister smile on his face:

"I...I can't wait to see you...so, I'll try not to create unnecessary obstacles for you...that's meaningless."

Liefeng was visibly nervous. "You mean... you knew I was going to start an uprising today?"

"I watched you grow up, Liefeng." Emperor Guyuan chuckled, "I know everything about you. Moreover, under the surveillance of the [Eye of the God], none of your whereabouts can escape detection."

"Don't be superstitious about those so-called [signal blocking areas], Liefeng. Those are [blind spots] I left intentionally. Those [blind spots] are just places I made you think you can't be monitored."

"Watch me grow up?"

Lie Feng seemed to have endured some kind of profound humiliation. He gritted his teeth and said, "Bullshit... I grew up in the slums of downtown, and after adulthood, I retreated to the wilderness to practice cultivation. You and I have absolutely no connection..."

The lazy voice of Emperor Guyuan sounded:

"Liefeng, you are too naive..."

"I was the one who secretly sent your first flying sword to the [Swirling Light Secret Realm]. Otherwise, why would such a low-end secret realm have a top-grade magical flying sword? Do you feel something is amiss?"

"Also, the first round of financing that your [Liefeng Company] received was what I meant."

Emperor Guyuan looked at Liefeng's increasingly pale face with great interest. A huge sense of pleasure surged in his heart, causing him to tremble all over.

"And... and... even the 'lost' blueprints for the [Red Dragon Cannon] were secretly given to you by me!"

"This does sound a bit cruel, Liefeng, but... you are able to achieve the perfect Nascent Soul cultivation today, to be able to carry the Red Dragon Cannon, and to stand before me with this bunch of scum."

The Emperor of Guyuan had a playful look in his eyes, and spoke word by word: "All this is thanks to me—"

"No, this is impossible..."

Liefeng couldn't believe it. He raised the Red Dragon Cannon and huge energy gathered at the muzzle. In an instant, a red beam of light annihilated everything in front of Emperor Guyuan!

call--

The light gradually faded away, and everyone looked anxiously in the direction of Emperor Guyuan, only to find that the pale young man seemed to be unharmed. In his palm, there was a red fireball that kept rotating, gradually compressing, and finally converging into one point and disappearing.

"I said that broken thing couldn't possibly break the Divine Transformation Formation..." Gu Ming whispered.

When Liefeng saw this scene, he was almost in despair.

He fell to the ground, in disbelief, "Why?"

"Why do you know everything? And why do you let this happen?"

Emperor Guyuan tilted his head and said indifferently, "Liefeng, you are too young... so I don't know what the mentality of a Divine Transformation cultivator with a lifespan of 5,000 years is..."

"Especially for a cultivator in the early stage of Divine Transformation who has been determined by the master to have reached the end of his path... How boring is his daily life?"

"Emperor Guyuan's oppressive rule is suffocating, and the cultivators and mortals throughout the realm are in dire straits."

"At this time, a common cultivator born in the slums was determined to change all this. After going through countless hardships, he finally achieved the perfect Nascent Soul stage and created the [Red Dragon Cannon], which was powerful enough to kill even a Divine Transformation cultivator..."

"A classic warrior-dragon-slaying scene, isn't it?"

Emperor Guyuan grabbed the Red Dragon Cannon in Liefeng's hand with one hand, and he took it into his palm. With just a slight rotation, the extremely sturdy cannon was twisted into a ball of scrap metal.

The Emperor of Guyuan shrugged his shoulders as if he had just done something insignificant.

"I have to have some fun in my long life, don't I?"

Lie Feng said in despair: "But...why me?"

"You look quite suitable for my aesthetic."

Emperor Guyuan waved his hand, and his appearance instantly became identical to Liefeng. This mirror-like [Liefeng] grinned:

"It seems inevitable that the warrior who slays the dragon will eventually become a dragon himself... But is it possible that the warrior never slayed the dragon? Perhaps the original dragon simply took on the warrior's appearance?"

"From today on, [Gale] has successfully killed the current [Emperor Guyuan], ending this tyrant's long reign. I can't wait to see how the people of each district cheer!"

Emperor Guyuan curled his lips with a look of condescending pity, "There has never been any cyclical law, Liefeng... All the failed and successful resistances are just small episodes to amuse me in my long life."