Bowing His Head in Apology
His soul power surged wildly, and strands of golden light poured into the guqin in his hand. At this moment, a majestic Emperor Qi spread out from Mo Xian's body. Although he had not reached the Emperor Realm, the arrogance of the Emperor Family was branded in his bones, and he had the bloodline of the Emperor Family.
As soon as the Emperor Qi was released, all the Emperors present, even those who were one level higher than Mo Xian, started sweating. Under the pressure of the Emperor Qi, they couldn't help but feel the urge to kneel.
An extremely intense light flew out from the guqin. In front of Mo Xian, countless musical notes condensed into an illusory human figure. This human figure seemed to be Mo Xian's incarnation. He wore golden battle armor and wielded a golden Emperor Sword.
When Qin Hao took the third step, the incarnation slashed with his sword. It was unbelievably fast. The Emperor Sword emitted endless golden light as if it could destroy Feng City.
Qin Hao snorted in his heart. Was Mo Xian qualified to use the Emperor Qi to suppress him?
He was the descendant of an Emperor. He had inherited Emperor Mo Luo's pride in his blood and bones.
However, Qin Hao himself was an Emperor, a Nine-star Emperor.
Incomparably hot flames burned as Qin Hao faced the incoming phantom. Qin Hao fearlessly slashed down. Clang! The two swords clashed and sparks appeared in the air as the two figures crossed each other.
In the next moment, Mo Xian's incarnation burned in the air and turned into ashes.
Qin Hao took another step and crossed another three meters. A total of nine meters. He still didn't stop. He was already in front of Mo Xian. The Great Void Sword in his hand was surrounded by blazing Red Lotus Fire. He slashed down.
"Your Highness."
"Your Highness."
"Your Highness."
Zhong Anze and all the Mo Luo cultivators were shocked.
"The Great Path has no sound."
Mo Xian wasn't afraid of the sword at all. His hands plucked the strings even more crazily. It was as if there were hundreds of thousands of hands flashing back and forth on the guqin. He was shocked by Qin Hao's performance, but he didn't think he would lose.
The strings of the guqin pulsed wildly under Mo Xian's palm. However, there was no sound coming from the guqin.
Everyone could only see that Qin Hao's sword was descending at an extremely slow speed, as if it was being greatly hindered. It became slower and slower, and more and more powerless.
"Destroy."
Qin Hao roared. The Art of the Indestructible Samsara circulated wildly. The strength of his Primordial Qi rose steadily, like a vast ocean pushing the sword momentum. The sword light turned into a terrifying flame, as if it could burn everything. Mo Xian's Great Dao was silent. The obstruction under the sword instantly disappeared.
Bang!
This sword slashed down unstoppably, shattering Mo Xian's guqin, tearing the floor, and splitting the entire Phoenix Garden into two.
Puff!
Mo Xian's face suddenly turned pale, and a large amount of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. His Guqin Spirit had been shattered, and his ritual implement had been cut in half by the sword. There was no sound of guqin in Feng City.
He had lost!
"I win if I get within five meters?"
Qin Hao asked, his chest heaving and his mouth gasping for breath. He used his sword to poke at the broken guqin under Mo Xian and continued, "Come, continue playing."
Mo Xian was silent. He did not even dare to look up. There was no Emperor's Qi in his body. His face was extremely pale, and there was blood under his mouth. He looked a little sad.
Continue playing?
How could he play? His ritual implement had been cut into pieces.
At this time, when he heard Qin Hao say that he was within five meters, Mo Xian felt like a slap to his face, making him feel ashamed.
He was born in an imperial family and had twin Life Spirits. He was a natural talent. How many geniuses like him were there in the East Continent?
He did not care about the throne at all. This time, he came to the Southern Region to participate in the Divine Palace's omen. He was not appointed by his family. How could his family be willing to let such an outstanding person like him come and challenge the omen that was a dead end?
All of this was just to vent his anger.
He wanted to prove that he could do what others could not.
Others had to die, but he wanted to survive the omen and become a Great Emperor powerhouse nurtured by the Divine Palace. He did not need any resources provided by his family.
Furthermore, Zhou Wudao had come to participate in the Divine Palace's omen. How could he lose to him?
He did not know why Zhou Wudao had come. People like Zhou Wudao were just like him. They had no mission to carry out, and they had to take on the Divine Palace's stagnant waters on behalf of their family.
However, Mo Xian had still come. He could not let Zhou Wudao look down on him.
The omen had not started yet. He had not had the time to shine in front of the geniuses of the four regions. Today, he had been slapped in the face by a Yuan Venerate.
Furthermore, the other party was only a level-six Yuan Venerate.
This was simply …
"Prince Zheng Qingchi, is this how the Zheng Family treats their guests?" The old voice in Phoenix Fragrance House was heard again.
"What does this have to do with me?" Zheng Qingchi was stunned.
"Nothing to do with you?
Alright. "
As soon as he finished speaking, four old men stepped from the third floor of Phoenix Fragrance Garden to the top floor and stood behind Mo Xian.
The leader of the group, an old man in gray, stared at Qin Hao with a gloomy expression. A faint platinum luster floated around his body as he said, "Young man, if you go too far, you will break. Do you have any objections to this?"
Qin Hao looked up at the old man. Judging from the voice, the other party was the owner of the old voice. He was an Emperor Yuan powerhouse.
The three old men behind him were also peak Emperor Realm powerhouses who might have even comprehended Emperor Intent.
An Emperor Yuan and three peak Emperor Realm powerhouses. This lineup could not be underestimated. These four people were probably the elders who had escorted Mo Xian to the Southern Region.
However, how could this matter be dropped just like that? Ha ha, how could it be possible?
You even want to threaten me if you go too far?
"Apologize," Qin Hao said coldly, ignoring the old man.
Mo Xian raised his head and stood up abruptly. His gaze met with Qin Hao's, but he didn't say anything.
"Young man, didn't you hear the Old Man's words?" The old man continued. At the same time, an invisible Emperor Intent emanated from him.
"May I ask who you are?" Qin Hao looked at him.
"Old Man Mo Chi, the fourth elder of the Mo Luo Royal Family."
The old man raised his head and puffed out his chest. In other words, he was Mo Xian's fourth grandfather, the fourth uncle of the current Mo Luo Emperor. Not everyone could stand in front of him and speak.
"Oh." Qin Hao dragged his voice. "Apologize."
"You …" Mo Chi's eyes widened in anger.
"Brother Qingchi, the sign of the Divine Palace is imminent. I entered the Zheng Dynasty and was treated as a guest by you. Don't you need the warriors of the Mo Luo Palace to work together?" Mo Xian ignored Qin Hao and turned to look at Zheng Qingchi.
Although he had promised to apologize, how could he stand in front of the people of Feng City and bow his head to Qin Hao and apologize?
"I'm sorry, Brother Xian, but Brother Qin is also my honored guest. When the sign opens, he will travel with me. You were rude first. It's better to squash enmity than to keep it alive. What's the harm in apologizing?" Zheng Qingchi smiled.
"Prince Zheng, how can this person compare to His Highness?
Have you weighed the consequences in your heart? "Gu Die roared.
"Please shut your dog mouth," Tsiogua shouted.
"What if I don't apologize?" Mo Xian said coldly. An even more turbulent aura emanated, blowing his black hair behind his head.
"Then you can stay in the Phoenix Fragrance Brothel forever," Qin Hao said.
"Ignorant brat, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Kneel down before this Old Man!" Mo Chi couldn't bear it anymore. He raised his old hand and a terrifying Emperor Realm flame condensed in his palm.
Boom!
An indomitable force suddenly descended from the sky. It crushed Mo Chi's head like an invisible giant palm, smashing him from the top floor of the Phoenix Fragrance Brothel to the ground. He smashed through four floors.
"Ignorant brat, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. You don't have a problem with apologizing to this old woman, do you?"
An old woman in black quietly floated down from the sky and stood beside Qin Hao. Her extremely sharp eyes were like a terrifying demon bird as she stared at the three Emperor Realm elders of Mo Luo.
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Divine Emperor of the Nine Heavens.