Chapter 348

At the same time.

Shi Shi Feixuan, on the other side, heard this, and her face was filled with emotion.

She had probably already foreseen that First Qiusheng would not have a good outcome in this battle.

But when she truly heard that the First Evil Emperor had mistakenly killed his own son, she could not bear it in her heart.

Thinking of this, Shi Shi Feixuan sighed and said:

"In this way, this First Evil Emperor is not a bad person; why should he be treated like this?"

"But no matter what, such a person should not have such an ending..."

"What can be done, what can be done!"

Hearing Shi Shi Feixuan's words, Wanwan curled her lips and responded softly:

"You nun only see the surface of this matter; you must know that when the Evil Emperor was young, he had countless duels, and because of this Demonic Blade, he became famous and invincible in the world."

"Over these years, I fear that besides First Qiusheng, there were not a few others who died under his Demonic Blade."

"It's just that this time he was unlucky, and the one who died was not someone else, but his son."

"Otherwise, whether the First Evil Emperor would have sealed the blade and lived in seclusion is really hard to say."

Having said this, Shi Shi Feixuan also nodded, agreeing.

"In this way, this is still a sin he created himself, and sooner or later he has to suffer it himself."

"Truly, the cycle of heaven is retribution, and it is never wrong!"

At the same time.

Song Yanhui and his disciple in the crowd heard this, and both sighed in unison.

Song Yanhui stroked his beard and said with emotion:

"Sure enough, the most terrifying thing happened!"

"This kid wasn't seeking victory; he was truly seeking death."

"At such a young age, he should have been a promising young man, but he just disappeared like that..."

"This First Evil Emperor lost his son in his old age, which is even more tragic."

Hearing Song Yanhui's words, Hearing Wushuang also nodded.

A moment later, Hearing Wushuang said slowly:

"Master, after this matter, Hearing Wushuang finally realized that it is best to walk the right path in martial arts cultivation."

"Look, if you don't walk the right path, like this Evil Emperor, the final suffering is something you cannot bear yourself."

"In the end, the more he cherishes something, the more heaven takes it away from him!"

"In this way, it is truly not right!"

Hearing this, Song Yanhui smiled indifferently.

"If Hearing Wushuang can realize this, Master is satisfied."

At the high platform.

Li Li Hanyi, hearing this, widened her eyes, filled with disbelief.

"What..."

"This kind of thing actually happened to the First Evil Emperor..."

"Losing a son in old age; I fear there is nothing more tragic than this in the world."

Hearing Li Li Hanyi's words, Sikong Changfeng paused and said softly:

"Senior Sister is right, but having said that, all of this was caused by the Demonic Blade."

"If the old man hadn't been obsessed with the Demonic Blade back then and created this fatal peerless evil blade, I fear he might not have lost his son in his old age."

"I can only say that everything is fate, everything is predestined; what else can we mortals say?"

Li Li Hanyi nodded, filled with helplessness.

Looking at the old man who was somewhat thin, even thin to the point of being frail.

Expressions of helplessness appeared on both of their faces.

At this very moment.

In front of the Half-Moon Inn.

The Evil Emperor, hearing Su Hang's words, could not help but shed tears, filled with sorrow.

Su Hang's every word reminded him of the unbearable past, and for a time, his sorrow welled up and could not be stopped.

A moment later, the old man's agitated mood finally calmed down a bit, and he slowly raised his head and said to Su Hang:

"Mr. Su is truly a god-like calculator; every single detail of my life has not escaped Mr.'s prediction."

"It's just a pity that now that the great mistake has been made, there is no way to remedy it."

"Now that I have reached my later years, because of a demonic heart, I can neither live nor die."

"I ask Mr. to point out a clear path for me; I would be eternally grateful."

Hearing the Evil Emperor's words, everyone suddenly realized.

As everyone knew, the Evil Emperor was someone who had once completely entered the demonic path and possessed a complete demonic heart.

And the difference between a demonic heart and a human heart is that although the demonic heart is full of killing intent and baleful energy, it has one benefit that the human heart does not have...

This benefit is none other than immortality.

It can be said that in terms of longevity, the effect of the demonic heart is not inferior to the immortal path!

The Evil Emperor had long wanted to end his own life, but unfortunately, the demonic heart was still in his body, making him immortal.

Hearing the Evil Emperor say this, the crowd was in an uproar again.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"What's going on with the Evil Emperor? Is he asking Mr. Su to kill him?"

"No way! Having finally achieved the demonic path, how can he just die like that?"

"Isn't it! Since ancient times, so many people have sought the demon, and only the Evil Emperor succeeded; if he just dissipates his cultivation like this, isn't it a great pity?"

"We ordinary people seek a demon but cannot find one... the Evil Emperor is better off; clearly he has entered the demonic path, yet he doesn't want it at all."

"Yes! We never expected that the Evil Emperor would come to find Mr. Su for this?"

"It seems he didn't try little before finding Mr. Su; it seems none of it worked..."

"I truly cannot believe that he came to find Mr. Su to seek death..."

Hearing the Evil Emperor's words and the crowd's discussion.

Su Hang smiled lightly and said:

"Actually, there is no need."

"If the old gentleman is willing, how about Su gives you a stroke of good fortune?"

"A stroke of good fortune..." The Evil Emperor narrowed his yellowish eyes and said in disbelief.

Hearing this, Su Hang nodded and said softly:

"That's right, a stroke of good fortune."

"Let you return to decades ago to remedy the mistakes of the past."

"Save your son, and you can continue to live..."

The Evil Emperor wept with joy.

"Mr., is this true?"

"Does this world really have such god-like power?"

Su Hang nodded.

Then he secretly channeled his true power and activated the Spring-Autumn Cicada in his hand.

Soon, as the Spring-Autumn Cicada was activated, a brilliant ray of light suddenly broke through the air, enveloping the entire Evil Emperor.

In just an instant, this First Evil Emperor disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, the crowd was naturally filled with emotion, and they all marveled at Mr. Su of the Half-Moon Inn's god-like power.

"Truly a stroke of good fortune."