The blood dragons suddenly separated, and seven of them jumped out first, heading straight towards the Forbidden Army.
Seeing this scene, the commander of the imperial army looked horrified and shouted hurriedly: "Fire the arrow, fast!"
Whoosh!
A group of forbidden soldiers also reacted, their faces were pale, and they quickly drew their bows and arrows in shock. Nearly a thousand arrows suddenly flashed with cold light, and they shot toward the rushing blood dragon like a blanket of heaven and earth.
"roar!"
A blood dragon roared ferociously, and its huge dragon tail swept away, instantly sweeping away all the arrows in the sky; the other six dragons opened their bloody mouths at the same time, flashing red light, spitting out streams of raging flames, and flying all the arrows.
Burned into molten iron, and then swept into the Imperial Army.
In an instant, thousands of Imperial Guards were swallowed up by the flames and turned into powder before they even had time to scream. Not even their bones were left behind.
"What?"
Seeing this scene, King Wu'an was dumbfounded and stood frozen on the spot.
Master Shengkang took the opportunity to withdraw and retreat into the crowd.
"Ho ho ho!"
At the same time, the last blood dragon struck at the top of King Wu'an's head, hovering in the void, opening and closing its bloody mouth, revealing its sharp fangs, as if it wanted to swallow him alive.
"I said, even if Emperor Chu is here, even if Chu Yu is here, he doesn't dare to let me die; who do you think you are?"
Ye Wushuang looked indifferent at the moment, with seven ferocious blood dragons hovering above his head, majestic and threatening.
"Even if your ancestor Chu Yu is resurrected, he will still grovel in front of me, let alone you?"
"Want to kill me? You deserve it!"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Wushuang seemed too lazy to talk nonsense anymore and immediately waved his right hand.
"roar..."
The Nine Nether Blood Dragon hovering over King Wu'an's head immediately spit out a raging flame, roaring down with the power to burn the world.
"No!!!"
King Wu'an looked pale at this moment and looked frightened. With a roar, the power of martial arts spread, and he tried to resist the flames and fled.
He was afraid, terrified.
These eight stone pillars are the treasures given to the ancestor Chu Yu by Venerable Black and White. They have stood in the palace for hundreds of years and have always been used as defensive formations. Who knew that there was such a terrifying Nine Netherworld hidden in them?
Blood dragon.
Even if it is just the phantom of the Nine Nether Blood Dragon, it is definitely not something that he, a warrior who has been promoted to the beginning of martial arts with the help of pills, can resist!
However, as soon as his seemingly thick spiritual energy came into contact with the pouring flames, it was instantly burned clean and smoked; the flames surged down without stopping and engulfed him in an instant.
"ah..."
A shrill scream suddenly came from King Wu'an's mouth; the hot tongue of fire was devouring everything about him, burning everything he had, making him miserable and wailing endlessly.
"stop!"
At this moment, a majestic shout containing supreme domineering power suddenly came from the depths of the palace.
Immediately afterwards, the void twisted, and a golden figure emerged. After several flashes, it came to the square, with a livid complexion and a solemn expression.
"Father!"
Seeing the person coming, Chu Yuntian quickly knelt down on one knee and bowed respectfully.
But Ye Wushuang remained at a loss. He tapped his right hand again and circled the Nine Nether Blood Dragon in the sky. With a roar, it suddenly fell from the sky, its mouth opened wide, and with a puff, it swallowed King Wu'an directly.
On the blood-red dragon body without scales, you can vaguely see a burning figure, flowing from the dragon's head into the dragon's belly, dancing and struggling wildly; but the whole body seems to be melting and disappearing uncontrollably!
"Master Ye, please show mercy!"
Seeing this scene, Chu Xiaoao, who was dressed in a dragon robe, had his eyes twitching wildly, and a deep fear flashed across his pupils.
The three thousand black strands of silk tied up were swaying in the wind, and the imperial domineering power that he was born with was so weak that he could not hear it; the face that was originally filled with majesty had completely lost its arrogance at this moment, and instead looked quite respectful.
, with a hint of pleading in his tone, he bowed slightly and saluted Ye Wushuang.
"Young Master Ye, please let my brother go for the sake of my ancestor, Emperor Chu Yu. If my brother does anything wrong, I... I, Chu Xiaoao, am here to apologize to you!"
apologize?
Father, are you apologizing to Ye Wushuang?
Upon hearing this and seeing this scene, Chu Yuntian, who was kneeling on one knee, was immediately stunned. His eyes widened and almost popped out of his eyes.
Isn't this incredible?
The majestic contemporary emperor of the Cangyun Empire and the lord of a country, at this moment, is actually apologizing to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy?
Chu Yuntian swore to God that since he could remember, he had never seen his father with such an expression or such a gesture!
The body is slightly bowed, the expression is respectful, the tone is sincere... There is still a flattering smile on the face; even the "I" that represents the identity has been replaced by "I".
this...
Is he really his father who always sticks to his word, is dictatorial and always strong?
Yao Wenhao, Yao Jiaxuan, Lin Ruoer and others on the side also looked surprised and shocked.
Ye Wushuang's shocking method is indeed powerful; especially the eight Nine Nether Blood Dragons summoned are even more terrifying.
But even so, it wouldn't make the majestic Emperor Cangyun Empire bow and apologize, right?
Chu Xiaoao not only has the cultivation of a martial arts warrior, but he is also the most outstanding among the previous Chu emperors in the past hundreds of years, except for Emperor Chu Yu.
Since he came to power, he has been known for his thunderous tactics, and has always been unparalleled and extremely powerful. It is precisely because of this that he was able to wipe out the decline of the Cangyun Empire, increase the national power dramatically, and vaguely restore the glory of his ancestors.
But such an extremely outstanding and domineering emperor is now bowing down and begging Ye Wushuang for apology in a sincere tone...
This is like seeing a ghost!
"Show mercy?"
Ye Wushuang still looked indifferent and smiled faintly: "When he deceived me to this point, did he ever think about showing mercy? When he just ordered the attack, did he ever think about showing mercy?"
"Young Master Ye...My younger brother is ignorant and offends the Young Master. He deserves to be punished with death, but..."
Chu Xiaoao looked respectful, bowed again, and said: "However, those who don't know are not guilty, please calm down Mr. Ye; for the sake of our ancestors... no, for the sake of the Lord Black and White, let him go."
horse."
"After all, if Lord Black and White were here...presumably, he wouldn't want to see Young Master Ye angry, right?"
"Venerable Black and White?"
Ye Wushuang looked back slightly, glanced at Chu Xiaoao, and said with a faint smile: "You are not stupid, you know how to use the Black and White Master to suppress me."
"It's a pity that even if that little guy Pu Ruozhi is here, he can't control me, let alone dare to control me!"
After the words fell, Ye Wushuang paused slightly and said again: "However, for the sake of being pleasing to you, I can spare his life."
"It's just that the death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty cannot be escaped!"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Wushuang immediately waved his hand towards the air. The blood dragon hovering in the void suddenly twisted its body and coiled into a ball. In the blood-red body, you could vaguely see the figure wrapped in the fire.
, instantly twisted and twitched continuously.
Then, the blood dragon reluctantly opened its bloody mouth again and spat out King Wu'an with a pop.
However, at this moment, King Wu'an no longer looked as proud as before; his luxurious robes were in tatters and his hair was turned into ashes.
Under his bald head, his face was covered with dust; his whole body was covered in blood and flesh, and he collapsed to the ground helplessly, like a dead dog!