"Who are you?"

Feng Hao looked at the young man and said.

Suddenly, he felt that the greatest significance of coming to Lin Zhou was to find the young man who called himself the emperor.

"The former prince of this imperial city was a prodigal son who owed these people too much..."

After saying these words, the young man's figure gradually faded until he disappeared...

"It's getting more and more interesting."

After Feng Hao saw the young man disappear, he felt that everything became interesting. It seemed that... the young man who claimed to be the emperor was a projected incarnation.

In other words, he is definitely the strongest existence Feng Hao has seen since he came to the universe.

It can recreate the scene of the past in the ruins, and everyone will not look like an illusion, but a real person.

And these are all written by that young man.

“It’s a small world of its own, amazing!”

Feng Hao gave a high degree of recognition to the young man's methods, but at least...in his Feng Universe, he couldn't realize these things.

What's more, they are all people with thoughts and flesh and blood.

Feng Hao then saw that fifty-four second-level strong men from eighteen sects had all joined the camp of the man surrounded by demonic energy, and started fighting against the strong men in the imperial city.

There were many strong men in the imperial city, but Lin Yu discovered that these people were not warriors, but secretaries who used magical powers.

It is similar to a mage in an online game, with all kinds of gorgeous brilliance intertwined, like a magical blockbuster in the grand era.

When Feng Hao saw this scene, he actually had an urge to film, but luckily he restrained himself in the end.

"Who are you?"

Suddenly, someone noticed the presence of Feng Hao, a middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe.

This is the city wall of the imperial palace. The middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe felt puzzled at that time. This man seemed to have suddenly appeared.

Feng Hao looked at the middle-aged man and thought of what the young man said. This imperial city seemed to be the other man's regret.

And as long as he helps him make up for this regret, he will have the opportunity to become a first-class mortal saint.

Feng Hao actually doesn't care about chance. What he cares about is, if he gets rid of the guy on the throne, will he be able to see the young man again?

So he felt that taking sides was a very important choice.

"I am a helper invited by the prince of this imperial city!" Feng Hao said seriously.

The middle-aged man was obviously shocked, and his hands under the embroidered robe were trembling slightly: "Isn't the emperor trapped in the other side? Young man, is he...is he okay?"

Feng Hao was even more shocked now. Seeing the reaction of the middle-aged man in dragon robe gave him a feeling of traveling through time.

In other words, there is a high degree of freedom in this city of ruins. Anything you say and any decision you make will guide the final direction of the matter.

As long as the results meet the young man's expectations, the trial will be considered completed.

"Every mountain is as high as a mountain, so you can't accept it..."

Feng Hao really admired that young man at this moment. The reappearance of this scene was not just for people to see.

The point is to get people involved.

Feng Hao stared at the middle-aged man who looked at him expectantly, and said seriously: "He is fine, but he can't come back now, so let me solve this matter."

"Can you tell me who that person is?"

Feng Hao is now very interested in solving this matter because he wants to know the result and the young man's life trajectory.

Maybe his world is perfect and he needs to use young people.

The middle-aged man seemed to hate the man on the throne very much. Looking at the people of the imperial city who were using their lives to resist the monsters outside the imperial city, he said word by word: "The demon emperor from the other side is an evil man who treats human beings as his slaves."

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"Demon Emperor?"

Feng Hao was startled for a moment. This man's name was very intimidating, but his combat power didn't seem to be very good.

He was just a little stronger than the dragon-robed Human Emperor next to him.

But...the monsters that guy sat down on were much stronger than the scholars and soldiers in the imperial city.

Therefore, from the perspective of the battle situation, it is very detrimental to the Imperial City of Daxia.

Especially when fifty-four second-grade Martial Emperors joined, the battle became even more one-sided. For the opportunity of first-grade mortal saints, they all fought fiercely.

Although it is very unethical to help monsters kill humans, this is an illusion. Since it is all fake, then the people they kill are not real people.

So there is no psychological pressure, but full of expectations for the chance to be a mortal.

Even in order to attract the man on the throne, they all compete to see who can kill more brilliantly and more domineeringly.

At this moment, perhaps feeling that the expressions of these people when they died were too realistic, the head of the Wushen Sect and the two elders suddenly couldn't take action.

For them, colluding with those monsters and killing human beings is unjustifiable no matter how you look at it.

Although this is just an illusion, the illusion is also realistic. Can you kill fellow human beings just for those opportunities?

So the leader of the Martial God Sect and two elders chose to stop.

And began to help some scholars, killing those ferocious monsters without leaving any trace.

Feng Hao felt that he could not wait any longer. Seeing the death of these people, he felt panicked in his heart.

It's like being hit in the chest with a stone.

At that moment, Feng Hao took a step directly from the wall. With this step, ripples suddenly appeared under his feet.

These ripples swept through the group of monster beasts, and suddenly all the monster beasts' internal organs were shattered and they fell to the ground, dying with their eyes open.

The expression on Feng Hao's face remained unchanged. Killing these monsters was no different from killing cats and dogs.

So he walked down from the city wall, and with the second step he took, he once again killed more than a hundred monster beasts in an instant.

Feng Hao walked down the city wall and took a total of eighteen steps. The experience brought to the monster was like entering eighteen levels of hell.

He was so dead that not even his bones were left.

And this scene made the Human Emperor on the city wall, who was preparing for a decisive battle with the Demon Emperor, stunned and his body trembling violently.

Those strong men from the sect suddenly changed their expressions, even though the ripples did no harm to them.

But seeing the monster beasts fighting side by side with them fall, the impact on their senses made them unable to calm down.

"Then...is that Feng Haoran?"

Suddenly, the leader of the Martial God Sect was stunned. He saw the figure from a distance, although he could not clearly see the outline of the facial features.

But it gave them the same feeling as Feng Haoran who defeated the Fourth Grade Wuzong with his boxing style.

The Daxia warriors outside the city of ruins also saw this scene through the water curtain in the city.

Everyone was deeply shocked. The person with slightly blurred facial features seemed... to be the fifty-fifth person who entered the ruins.
Chapter completed!