Chapter 1352

In a flash, it radiated a piercingly cold gleam.

At this moment, the corner of Ximen Wudi's mouth curved into a smile.

Moreover, his eyes revealed an intense fighting spirit.

This Jin Peng Sacred Ancestor was indeed different from that Jin Peng King.

His aura was incomparably powerful.

"Your humble general pays his respects to Your Majesty!"

The moment the Jin Peng Sacred Ancestor appeared, he dropped to his knees on the ground.

"Rise, and I shall bestow upon you immortal pills to aid your breakthroughs!"

As he spoke, he gave a wave of his hand.

A bottle of pills drifted out.

It landed in the hands of those elders.

As for the Jin Peng Sacred Ancestor himself, he was utterly thrilled.

Then, he withdrew.

As for the remaining members of the Jin Peng Clan, greed now flickered in their eyes.

They longed to raise their strength.

After all, the pills in Ximen Wudi's hands were far too precious.

Once refined, they could add several hundred years to one's lifespan.

And Ximen Wudi, upon seeing all this—

paid those people no heed at all.

Instead, he headed toward the Great Han army camp.

Since these people of the Jin Peng Clan had come looking for trouble,

Ximen Wudi did not mind cutting them down.

And just as he had entered the city—

soldiers of the Great Han came forward to greet him.

"Paying respects to Your Majesty!"

The general at their head spoke deferentially.

"Ha ha, you all did splendidly today.

The Jin Peng Clan is doomed to perish!"

Hearing the words—

that general dared not be remiss.

He spoke up at once.

"Your humble general is willing to follow Your Majesty and conquer the world!"

His voice carried a note of grim resolve.

They had long awaited this moment.

And now, at last, it had arrived.

"Boom—!"

And just then—

a clamor of startled cries rang out in the distance.

Immediately after, a succession of furious roars rang forth.

"Remnants of the Jin Peng Clan, come out of the city and die!"

It was unmistakably the voice of the Jin Peng King.

Yet at this moment, he was fleeing in a sorry, disheveled state.

Several elders flanked him, shielding him as they went.

He looked utterly wretched.

"Hmph, you dare show yourself before Us—

then prepare to die!"

As the words rang out, a chilling light gleamed in Ximen Wudi's eyes.

And at the very same instant—

the Jin Peng King pointed at Tong Xiangyu and bellowed.

"Han Emperor, this Han army's strength is unmatched.

Dare you fight me one-on-one!"

At this moment, his eyes were nearly splitting with fury.

But, alas, he was no match.

He could only call for help.

And upon seeing such a scene—

a faint smile surfaced in Ximen Wudi's eyes.

Then, he spoke slowly.

"Good, since you are so impatient—

We shall send you to Guixi!"

As the words rang out, his figure had already vanished from the spot.

The soldiers below.

Naturally, the Ranshibu Society would not give up this opportunity.

They followed one after another behind Tong Xiangyu, charging toward the city gate.

Their speed was extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, they had already reached outside the city.

"Jin Peng King, today is your day of death!"

Tong Xiangyu's cold voice rang out.

His entire being was like a fierce beast, radiating terrifying pressure.

At this moment, everyone around was horrified.

They sensed the dense killing intent.

The battle fluctuations of this fight made anyone who watched feel uneasy.

Especially the Jin Peng Holy Ancestor, whose pupils contracted sharply.

He felt a dangerous aura enveloping him.

But just at this moment, when he wanted to retreat, it was already too late.

A palm struck out.

The blazing palm-print blotted out the heavens.

Leaving everyone dumbstruck.

Although the Jin Peng Holy Ancestor was reputed to be at the Eighth Layer of the Saint realm.

His combat power could rival the peak of the Sixth Layer of the Saint realm.

However, after clashing with Tong Xiangyu, he realized.

The gap between himself and his opponent was far too great.

Moreover, his opponent grew fiercer with every exchange.

In the end, there was not even room to dodge.

He could only grit his teeth and endure.

And at this very moment.

"Hiss—!"

Tong Xiangyu's axe-blade pierced straight through his chest.