For a moment, the only things left outside the palace were the young master's unwilling anger and the little emperor's slaps from left to right.
Nearly two hundred old men in heaven looked at this scene and shook their heads and sighed. This was not the first time that the little emperor was domineering. There were five feasts and three fights.
However, although the emperor complained about this, he never stopped him, and he never even punished or taught him a lesson.
This also caused those who participated in the banquet to be angry and afraid to speak out, for fear that the little emperor would be upset and strike him with a sword for no reason.
With Chen Qing as his "accomplice", the little emperor slapped him freely, and Young Master Jiu could only endure it in humiliation. As for the dozen or so Immortals he brought with him, although their eyes moved, they did not dare to step forward to dissuade him.
At this moment, a loud shout resounded.
"Gongzi Yan, don't think of this heaven as your realm of six heavens. Is heaven a place where you can be wild?!"
The same figure in plain court clothes stepped into this huge sapphire palace, and his rather heroic brows were full of coldness.
Hearing this, the little emperor slowly raised his head and looked at him with gloomy eyes. Then he let go of Young Master Jiu under him and walked towards him slowly.
"What are you going to do?" The rather heroic young man took half a step back unconsciously, his eyes showing vigilance.
What he responded to was a powerful and heavy slap.
The heroic young man seemed to have expected it, and he avoided the blow by tilting his neck slightly, but then he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.
I saw the little emperor with an incredible speed, directly hit his lower abdomen with a knee, forcing him to lose the ability to resist for an instant, and at the same time, a violent slap came up.
Young Master Jiu stood up in embarrassment, covered his slightly bruised cheek, looked angrily at the little emperor who was still violent, and then raised his palm filled with violent energy.
"Second Young Master, you have done secret attacks many times. This time, please stop."
Chen Qing's voice sounded somewhat sarcastic, and at the same time, an even weaker force blocked the way of Young Master Jiu.
Young Master Jiu's eyes were sharp, and the murderous intent flashed in his eyes as he looked at Chen Qing, "Chen Qing, what do you mean?"
"It's not interesting, people are doing it, God is watching, oh yes, I almost forgot, Second Young Master, you are already God." Chen Qing folded his arms behind his head and said leisurely.
The murderous intent in his eyes became uncontrollably stronger, but Young Master Jiu just snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, stepped aside, closed his eyes and rested his mind.
"Brother Jian," Chen Qing leaned towards Jian Wushuang and said mysteriously, "Guess who the little emperor is smoking now?"
Jian Wushuang smiled slightly and said, "His brother again?"
Chen Qing nodded, "Third brother, Gong Ziyu."
He laughed dumbly, "Is he going to whip several brothers one by one?"
"I can't say for sure," Chen Qing shrugged, "but I guess by the time the fourth one is drawn, the Emperor will be here."
This heroic young man named Gong Ziyu received dozens of slaps from the little emperor's violent slaps before roaring angrily and hitting his face with a powerful palm.
But the space seemed to be stagnant for a moment. The little emperor tilted his head slightly and moved over. Then he took half a step back and kicked Young Master Yu away.
There was an uproar everywhere, and the eldest companion brought by Gong Ziyu couldn't help but step forward and whispered, "My eldest son, you are the crown prince, why do you want to put the second, third and other young masters in such embarrassment in this heaven? Are you really relying on the emperor?"
, are you the one who is arrogant and domineering?”
The little emperor glanced at him coldly, and a real sword filled with immortal energy quietly appeared in his hand.
When the companion in purple robe saw this, he took a step back and gritted his teeth and said, "Heaven must not be stained with blood!"
At this moment, four more figures wearing tooth-white court uniforms walked into the giant sapphire palace.
But after seeing this scene, the four figures stepped back half a step in perfect agreement and looked at the little emperor warily.
"Come here, everyone." The little emperor took back his real sword and waved to several people.
One of them, a slightly immature young man, responded quietly, "Brother, you're fine."
The atmosphere was heavy, and all the Immortals were staring at the square where the battle was about to take place.
The little emperor curled his lips and sneered, and smoothly drew a soft sword from his waist with his palm.
The expressions of the five people changed slightly. Among them, a thin young man stepped forward and said, "Brother, stop it. Don't make the emperor's father unhappy again."
He ignored it and moved forward step by step with his sword in hand, murderous intent clearly revealed in his eyes.
Chen Qing's expression also changed subtly at this time, "Brother Jian, the little emperor seems to be really murderous this time, follow me and stop him."
Jian Wushuang nodded. If this magnificent heaven is really stained with blood, I am afraid that the emperor who has not yet appeared will never forgive the little emperor.
Young Master Qiu, who was holding his cheek at the side, had a look on his face full of joy, and the look in his eyes made him wish they could fight on the spot.
A total of five majestic energies filled the square in the giant sapphire palace in an instant.
Every young man in court uniform is ready to fight.
But the little emperor didn't seem to be worried at all. He held the soft sword in his hand and moved forward firmly as if he were in a deserted place.
Just when Jian Wushuang and Chen Qing were about to step forward to stop them, a bright and colorful pattern appeared on the sky that was originally filled with misty clouds.
The entire sky filled with moving clouds changed at this moment.
Jian Wushuang seemed to realize something and looked intently.
I saw a gathering and dispersing cloud condensed into a black-robed figure. He stepped on the colorful charm and stepped down into the air, shaking the sky and the earth, as if the rules of the great road were flowing around him.
"Is this the real Emperor Wuyang?" Jian Wushuang murmured in his heart, somewhat shocked by his situation.
With a single palm of his hand, the fight between the little emperor and the others was immediately suppressed, and the Yan force dissipated.
Even Jian Wushuang could clearly feel that the energy in his body was being suppressed.
The black-robed figure stood in the center of the square, like a sculpture.
The expressions of the five people all changed, and then they held their hands together and said, "I've seen Uncle Yu."
The little emperor didn't speak. He stretched out his hand and placed the soft sword on his waist, then said softly, "Uncle Yu."
The black robe fluttered slightly, and a pair of somewhat cloudy eyes slowly swept around, and finally looked at him, "Little Emperor, please don't get angry again, the Emperor will be here soon."
After the words fell, another voice that seemed to shake through the ages and carried supreme majesty resounded, "Are you parricide?"
When all the Yanxian gathered in the heaven heard this voice, they all raised their hands and said solemnly, "I have seen the emperor."
The hazy sky with colorful majesty spread out to both sides, and a majestic figure wearing the robes of the Mountain and River Emperor emerged.
Behind him, ninety-nine figures were listed on the left and right.