Chapter 1202: Chapter 1199: Tong Wuji
“I, Tong Wutian, do not agree!”
Liu Shisan, no!
He should now be called, Tong Wutian.
Tong Wutian’s refusal echoed like ten thousand thunders, crashing into Huang Junjian’s heart.
Huang Junjian stared blankly at the tall, white-haired old man.
A moment later, Huang Junjian lowered her head, holding the head of the Heavenly Human Emperor tighter. She shook her head and said, “But I’ve always loved him, even if you are also important to me in my heart…”
Tong Wutian’s eyes showed a trace of pain upon hearing this.
Sometimes, words hurt more than weapons.
In his youth, a young boy first met that girl. The girl was a Spirit Array Master genius, always with a silly smile on her face.
The boy really liked the girl.
But, the boy bore a deep-seated vendetta, afraid to express it, only daring to get a little closer.
The girl seemed able to sense the boy’s suffering, willing to warm this troubled boy with her smile.
The boy liked the girl even more.
Young and naive love is the purest and most direct, with a touch of shyness.
If the boy hadn’t borne the burden of a deep vendetta, and there was no interference from another person.
The two could have ended up together.
But alas, fate did not favor them.
This led to today’s result.
The boy grew old.
The girl grew old.
The one who interfered is dead.
“I’m leaving.” Huang Junjian, carrying the Heavenly Human Emperor’s head, left.
Tong Wutian opened his mouth but ultimately didn’t manage to speak out to keep her.
Just like back then.
His heart felt as if something was blocking it, extremely uncomfortable.
Tong Wutian closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Upon opening them again, his gaze was indifferent.
“Thirteenth Prince.”
All around, nearly a thousand mysterious experts knelt on the ground, shouting loudly.
“Thirteenth Prince?”
These words made the senior officials of the Xuantian Ancient Country, who initially intended to act, suddenly stop, somewhat dumbfounded.
In fact, they had also heard the conversation between Tong Wutian and Huang Junjian just now.
Connecting these mysterious experts’ words.
“Could it be, he is the Thirteenth Prince Tong Wutian who survived that event years ago!?”
Everyone’s expressions became somewhat remarkable.
Bang————
However, at this moment.
Inner Imperial Palace.
An aura terrifying to the extreme suddenly surged to the utmost.
In the depths of the Inner Imperial Palace, a towering Dharma Form of ten thousand feet rose inexplicably.
His Dharma Form was solemn, gazing at the Ancestor Temple.
The Emperor’s Shadow of the Xuantian Ancient Emperor did not surprise him. His gaze fell on Liu Shisan.
A fierce killing aura suddenly unfolded.
“Has the remnant from years ago finally come back to kill me?”
The Dharma Form muttered to itself in its heart.
He was in seclusion but felt a moment of heart palpitations.
Upon coming out of seclusion, he noticed the Life Scroll of his son, the Heavenly Human Emperor, had shattered.
He knew something big had happened.
The consequences of that coup years ago began to manifest.
The plan he had plotted for so long was sabotaged today.
Angry?
Certainly, there was anger.
But not too much, because he had already anticipated it, even once warned his son, the Heavenly Human Emperor, always to be wary of those around him.
In fact, the Heavenly Human Emperor heeded his father’s advice, remaining vigilant of those around him.
Even among numerous concubines and the reigning empress, he remained cautious.
Except for Liu Shisan and Huang Junjian, he showed no reservation.
Ultimately, he died at Liu Shisan’s hands.
All things are subject to cause and effect.
“Old dog, can’t you hold back anymore?”
Tong Wutian, upon seeing that Dharma Form, sneered, gripping the horizontal saber and ascending to the heavens.
“Whoever kills the Emperor must die!”
Grand Protector Han Wufeng couldn’t let Tong Wutian have his way, shouted heavily, and chased Tong Wutian.
“Han Wufeng, your opponent is me!” At the same time, an old man rushed out from the ranks of mysterious experts, charging at Han Wufeng.
“It’s you!” Upon seeing the old man, Han Wufeng seemed to have seen a ghost.
The old man said indifferently, “You followed the traitor Heavenly King Wutian in rebellion years ago, you should have expected this day!”
Han Wufeng snorted coldly, saying deeply, “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
The old man replied coldly, “It’s okay if you don’t understand; anyway, today you must die!”
As his words fell, the two started fighting.
The two Great Venerable experts erupted into a shocking battle.
Meanwhile, Tong Wutian charged at that towering Dharma Form known as the Heavenly King of War.
Also the mastermind behind that coup years ago.
And the father of the Heavenly Human Emperor.
Boom!
However, at this moment, a streak of cold light flashed through the darkness, almost instantly killing Tong Wutian.
Tong Wutian, flying high, didn’t even sense the impending danger.
That streak of cold light had already reached Tong Wutian’s temple.
At that moment, Tong Wutian felt he was finished.
But just at that moment, time seemed to freeze.
“Brother.”
A hoarse voice echoed in Tong Wutian’s ear.
Danger was averted.
Tong Wutian looked at the suddenly appearing middle-aged man beside him.
The middle-aged man had a crew cut, appearing burly and strong, dressed in black, exuding a sense of efficiency.
At this moment, he held an arrow, exerting a little force; the Qingfeng Arrow, known as the Extraordinary Weapon, capable of instantaneously killing a Great Venerate Peak, instantly turned to nothing.
“Wuji?”
Tong Wutian hesitantly called out.
The middle-aged man nodded heavily, his eyes slightly red: “It’s me, brother, it’s me. I came back late.”
Tong Wutian was overjoyed; during that massacre years ago, he thought all his siblings were dead. In fact, he had always thought so.
He never expected that fifteen thousand years later, he could still see his brother Tong Wuji, who shared the same mother.
Even less did he expect his brother to save his life as soon as he appeared.
In other words, his brother Tong Wuji’s current strength was even above his!?
Tong Wutian was both surprised and delighted.
The brothers reunited, and thousands of words poured from their hearts.
“Brother, let’s deal with these matters before we catch up!”
Tong Wuji said solemnly.
“Okay!” Tong Wutian nodded heavily.
At the moment Huang Junjian left, Tong Wutian felt everything in his life was gone.
But now, Tong Wutian felt his life was incredibly valuable!
With family around, it is excellent!
Tong Wuji did not rush to act, intentionally or unintentionally glancing at the square before the Ancestor Temple.
First, he looked at Qiao Xinyu, then his gaze fell on Ye Xuan.
He didn’t dare to look for long before withdrawing his gaze, silently apologizing in his heart: “Emperor Ye, once I handle private affairs, any disrespect you may feel, I’ll accept your judgment…”
After silently reciting, Tong Wuji composed himself, displaying the iron-blooded mindset he cultivated at the Black Blade Sect for tens of thousands of years, coldly staring at the Heavenly King’s Dharma Form, said nothing, and suddenly made a move.
The next scene would be an undeniable massacre!