Martial Emperor Xing Hun
Qin Hao smiled and nodded!
"Master is mighty!" Jiang Fan shouted excitedly in the Imperial Tower.
"Sect Leader is mighty!"
"Sect Leader is too awesome!"
"Even the Congenital Exhaustion Disease can be cured. It is equivalent to helping people be reborn. He is indeed my idol!" Xiao Jiu's face was full of admiration.
Dan Xuan, who was next to him, stroked his beard proudly.
Qin Yun shook his head with a smile. His distant cousin was a rare genius and unfathomable!
"Xiao Xue, did you hear that?
Qin Hao can cure your Congenital Exhaustion Disease. He is 100% sure that he can cure you! "
Song Ziyang turned around and held Ling Xiaoxue's hands tightly. At this moment, he had completely forgotten about the proposal. There was only happiness on his face.
"Yes, Xiao Xue. A good match is hard to come by. You have to grasp the happiness in front of you. Song Ziyang is a person worth trusting. If you miss it, it may be a lifetime."
In the midst of their astonishment, a voice that was as gentle as water streaked across everyone's hearts. It was clear, beautiful, and melodious. It was so pleasant to listen to.
Looking in the direction of the voice, a snow-white figure appeared in the imperial tower, accompanied by Que 'er.
Her appearance was covered by a white veil, but even so, one could still see her spirited eyebrows and bright eyes. Her figure was like a saintess from the Nine Heavens who had descended to the mortal world. Her temperament made ordinary women feel ashamed of themselves.
She was the daughter of Emperor Xiao, the future ruler of the empire, Princess Jingyue!
"It's the Princess!"
"So beautiful!"
"Greetings, Your Highness!"
"Greetings, Your Highness!"
Whoosh!
The warriors who came from afar saluted in the direction of Xiao Han.
Daliao's Imperial Guards all knelt down.
The scene was extremely sensational!
Xiao Yi could not help but pat his thigh and smile. His daughter's aura was actually better than his.
The moment Xiao Han appeared, he immediately attracted the attention of Zhou Wudao, Xuanyuan Wuji and the others. As a result, their faces turned hot as they moved closer to Xiao Han uncontrollably.
As one of the top geniuses in the Southern Region and the Eastern Continent, he had seen countless women. However, even the Princess of the Southern Region and the Holy Maiden of the Eastern Continent could not be compared to Xiao Han.
However, Xiao Han didn't even throw a glance at Zhou Wudao, Kill Thousands of Knives, Xuanyuan Wuji and Murong Zijun; instead, he just looked straight at Qin Hao's direction with a smile.
Zhou Wudao's face instantly turned gloomy, and he quietly clenched his fists.
In the past, he had questioned whether it was worth it for him to travel all the way from the East Continent.
When he saw Xiao Han, he had an answer …
Worth it!
From this moment on, he was certain that he had fallen in love with Daliao's Princess Jingyue, even though he had yet to see Xiao Han's appearance.
"No need to be so courteous. I believe that everyone is waiting for Miss Ling's reply like me, right?"
Xiao Han waved his hand downwards, allowing the martial artists and soldiers who admired him to gather together. Once again, he shifted the focus of attention from himself to the battle arena.
At this moment, Xiao Han was quite helpless. He seemed to have overdone himself and had stolen the limelight from Ling Xiaoxue and Song Ziyang.
"Miss Ling, quickly say yes to Brother Song!"
"Brother Song is a proud and unyielding man. I admire you!"
"A good man that is hard to come by in a thousand years. Don't miss it!"
Thousands of people began to shout. They all wanted to follow Princess Jingyue's wishes and win her favor.
"Xiaoxue, say yes!"
Seeing this, Song Ziyang knelt down on one knee again.
"I … I promise … I promise you!"
Ling Xiaoxue smiled like a flower. Finally, tears of happiness fell from her eyes, and she threw herself into Song Ziyang's warm embrace.
She had been waiting for this moment for too long.
But suddenly … this warm and romantic scene was shattered by a shocking scene in the distant sky.
Before the crowd could cheer for Ling Xiaoxue and Song Ziyang, a powerful ray of light, mixed with dark clouds and lightning, shot from the horizon and hovered a thousand meters above the Imperial Martial Plaza.
Then, space seemed to be torn apart. From the dark clouds, a huge and shockingly old hand reached out.
When this hand appeared, an invisible Emperor-level pressure pressed down on the heads of the millions of people. Apart from Xiao Yi and the Warlord, no one could move at all.
The old hand moved very quickly. In an instant, it reached the battle arena and forcefully pushed away Ling Xiaoxue, who was hugging Song Ziyang. Ignoring Song Ziyang's desperate cries and struggles, the hand held him firmly and pulled him into the dark clouds.
"As a man of the Song family, this Emperor's blood flows in your veins. Without my consent, how dare you act so wantonly and leave the family?"
A dignified, terrifying, and angry voice rang out from the dark clouds.
Then, the dark clouds flashed and disappeared in the sky, as if they had never been there.
After the dark clouds disappeared, whether it was the commoners, the imperial guards, or the strong ones like Pavilion Master Jiang, Mansion Master Cui, and Ye Longyuan, their clothes were all soaked in sweat.
The pressure brought by the appearance of the giant hand reminded everyone that Emperor Yuan, whose cultivation was not inferior to Xiao Yi, had personally arrived at Daliao's Imperial City.
This Emperor Yuan was the living ancestor of the Song family, Martial Emperor Xing Hun!
At this moment, Xiao Yi's face was very ugly. His pair of big hands made ten deep marks on the armrest of the dragon throne made of golden dragon stone.
No matter what the reason was, Martial Emperor Xing Hun had already offended Xiao Yi's dignity by taking Xiao Yi away so rudely. It was clearly a slap to Xiao Yi's face.