Emperor Qiankun

It turned out that Su Yaoyue was repelled by the spear in Yang Haochen's hand, and she rushed towards the door like a kite with a broken string.

The door shattered under the huge impact, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Su Yaoyue felt pain and frowned. She obviously did not expect that Yang Haochen, who had a broken arm, was still so strong.

When Li Qingyuan saw this scene, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he whispered to Li Muqiu: "Cousin, wait for me here."

After saying that, he let go of Li Muqiu and walked towards Yang Haochen, with murderous intent in every step.

Yang Haochen glanced at Li Qingyuan walking towards him step by step, his face turned pale instantly, and his eyes were full of fear.

He really couldn't believe that Li Qingyuan could actually kill all four Purple Mansion Realm ninth-level assassins.

Those were specially trained assassins. He thought they were enough to kill Li Qingyuan, but now, the situation has completely reversed.

At this moment, a mixture of despair and fear surged in Yang Haochen's heart. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and was completely hopeless.

However, his instinct for survival made him want to escape immediately.

His feet began to move subconsciously, and in a panic, a talisman suddenly appeared in his hand.

Li Qingyuan recognized this talisman at a glance. It was exactly the same as the talisman Yang Haochen used when he escaped from the Tianhuan Secret Realm!

With the experience from last time, he threw the imperial sword in his hand without hesitation.

The sword flashed and disappeared, like a bolt of lightning across the sky.

Yang Haochen didn't even have time to activate the talisman in his hand. He only felt a chill in his right arm, followed by a sharp pain.

He looked closely and saw that his other arm had been severed at the root, with blood splattered everywhere.

"what!"

In an instant, Yang Haochen let out a shrill scream and his body was shaking.

He has now lost both arms and has become a complete cripple!

The severe pain almost made him lose consciousness. His body fell weakly to the ground, and blood continued to flow from his broken arm.

......

Li Qingyuan ignored Yang Haochen. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wang Yi trying to escape in the chaos, but he was entangled by the old ox.

Although the old ox did not have high attack power, it was extremely fast. It would hit Wang Yi from time to time, and then quickly retreat, making it impossible for Wang Yi to counterattack effectively.

Although Lao Huangniu's fighting style is simple, it is very effective.

It constantly harassed Wang Yi, making it impossible for him to concentrate or find a chance to escape.

Wang Yi's speed was not fast to begin with, and he looked in a very bad state after being hit repeatedly by the old ox.

Although the old ox's strength was not great, Wang Yi didn't know whether he was shocked by the sudden situation or was too panicked, and he couldn't dodge it at all.

This situation made Wang Yi extremely anxious. His face was full of anxiety and irritability, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

Suddenly, he couldn't help but curse angrily: "Ah! You damn old cow, get out of here!"

The old ox originally just wanted to hold Wang Yi back, so he just hit him with his horns from time to time without using his full strength.

But when he heard Wang Yi's insults, Lao Huangniu's originally gentle eyes instantly showed strong anger.

"Moo..."

The roar of a cow resounded through the sky!

It was like a completely enraged warrior, not caring about the pain the collision might bring to itself. It suddenly exerted force with all four hooves and charged towards Wang Yi again continuously and fiercely.

Every collision was accompanied by an unstoppable momentum, and the "bang bang" sound of the bull's horns colliding with Wang Yi's body echoed around.

Wang Yi felt a sinking feeling in his heart when he saw this.

He muttered to himself: How come this old cow is the same as Li Qingyuan, both are crazy!

But he didn't have time to think about it, as Li Qingyuan was already rushing towards him like a ghost, with an extremely fierce murderous intent.

Wang Yi keenly sensed the approaching danger and immediately wanted to take defensive action.

It's a pity that with his current cultivation level of only the fourth level of the Purple Mansion Realm, how could he possibly withstand Li Qingyuan's fatal blow that was as powerful as a bamboo!

"Pfft!"

The Longyuan Sword pierced Wang Yi's chest directly. From behind the sword tip, blood slowly dripped down the sword body onto the ground, forming a bright red blood flower.

Wang Yi's eyes widened, filled with resentment and anger. With his last breath, he cursed viciously, "Li Qingyuan...you...will not die a good death!"

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, carrying endless resentment and vicious curses.

However, this curse sounded weightless to Li Qingyuan, and there was only determination and resoluteness in his eyes.

As soon as Wang Yi finished speaking, the fire of his life was extinguished and he had no more hope.

Li Qingyuan didn't even glance at Wang Yi who was already dead. He turned around without hesitation and walked towards Yang Haochen who had gone completely insane.

"Da da da!"

The old yellow ox slowly caught up, muttering as it walked: "Master, you have to give me more spiritual herbs this time. If it weren't for me..."

Li Qingyuan interrupted it directly. Without turning around, he already knew what the old ox wanted to say. He said calmly, "Thirty plants!"

"Moo!"

When the old ox heard this, it immediately became excited. It raised its head high and opened its mouth, revealing an expression similar to a human's smile.

It looked as if it had already seen piles of fresh, tender and lush spiritual herbs waving to it, and its eyes were flashing with excitement and satisfaction.

......

Not long after, Li Qingyuan's figure returned to Yang Haochen's side.

After a series of fierce battles, Li Qingyuan's body was a little bent and he felt a little tired, but there was still a fierce murderous intent bursting out of his eyes.

He looked down at the disheveled Yang Haochen from above, his eyes ice-cold without a trace of warmth.

Yang Haochen seemed to be able to feel the indifference and determination in Li Qingyuan's eyes, and his whole body began to tremble involuntarily.

He was terrified, his face full of flattery and pleading, and he hurriedly said, "Li Qingyuan, no, Master Li, please spare me! I really haven't had the chance to touch that beauty yet! This time it was all because of that guy Wang Yi who bewitched me. I was bewitched!"

"Besides, you've already killed my four assassins, and I've become a cripple. It's time for you to calm down. Just treat me like a nobody and let me go!"

After saying that, Yang Haochen ignored his dignity as a member of the royal family, his knees softened, and he knelt directly on the ground.

At this critical moment, the so-called royal dignity has long become worthless in Yang Haochen's eyes. As long as he can save his life, he will do anything, even if it means doing something humiliating.

Li Qingyuan's eyes turned cold, unwilling to listen to Yang Haochen's nonsense anymore. He raised the Emperor Sword, ready to put an end to all this.

"Little devil, here I come!"

At this moment, a weak but extremely firm voice sounded.