I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 126 Death of Emperor Qing
Nothing fancy, no tricks, just a simple, clear punch.

But no one in the world can deliver such a simple and clear punch, which is fair and upright, and makes it impossible to dodge, or even unwilling to dodge.

Although it was just a simple punch, it could make people clearly feel like a dragon walking like a tiger, and one punch made him as majestic as an emperor for all eternity.

Faced with a punch that combines tyranny and the way of the king, no one in the world can dodge it.

Even Li Chengzong couldn't dodge and could only rely on his physique and internal energy to resist, not to mention Si Gu Jian.

A muffled sound like the sound of an ancient temple bell was heard, and an extremely complicated expression flashed across Si Gu Jian's eyes. He looked at the man in the dragon robe in front of him, who was knocked away by the powerful internal energy.

With a complicated expression, Si Gu Jian broke through the wooden door of the Dadongshan Qing Temple. The powerful impact destroyed countless buildings in the ancient temple one after another. He was like a huge millstone, breaking everything he passed by. Finally, he hit the big bell in the small temple in the deepest part of the temple, making a muffled buzzing sound.

The buzzing sound of the bell resounded throughout the top of Mount Dadong.

Emperor Qing stood there with a pale face, pulling out the iron sword from his abdomen. His expression remained calm, but his trembling limbs showed the pain he was in.

He knew that Si Gu Jian was doomed. No one in the world could withstand Wang Dao's punch that contained most of his true energy, except for his third son, that freak. That punch directly shattered Si Gu Jian's internal organs. Even if he didn't die now, he wouldn't live for long.

Even if a god came, he could not save Si Gu Jian.

He said it!
Of course, he was not feeling well either. Not only was there only one third of the true Qi left in his body, but he also had to use the true Qi to suppress the sword intent, sword energy, and sword force running around in his body. It was difficult for him to deal with Ku He alone now, not to mention Wu Zhu who was full of murderous intent towards him.

The sky was dim, and the most powerful king in the world was soaked by the rain. His body was torn and his hair was messy. It drooped weakly on his forehead. Although he tried his best to suppress the injury, the blood in his abdomen still kept flowing out...

It can be said that he has never been so embarrassed in his life.

Likewise, it has never been so dangerous.

Under the current circumstances, if nothing unexpected happens, Emperor Qing knows that there is a 100% chance that he will not be able to leave today.

So Emperor Qing sent out a call for help.

"Uncle Liuyun, as long as you save me today, I will forgive you and the Ye family for what happened."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Liuyun grabbed the seriously injured Hong Sixiang and flew to the top of the mountain.

But Ye Liuyun just looked at the Grand Master Emperor in front of him and let out a long sigh, with no intention of lending a helping hand.

Because Ye Liuyun knew very well that he could not save Emperor Qing, Wu Zhu alone could completely crush him, and the seriously injured Emperor Qing would not be a match for Ku He.

Even if he lent a helping hand, it would only delay a little time.

More importantly, Ye Liuyun has been threatened by Emperor Qing using the Ye family for so many years. Deep down in his heart, he actually hopes that Emperor Qing will die.

Ye Liuyun did not move, and Wu Zhu and Ku He did not move either. However, compared to Ye Liuyun, Wu Zhu and Ku He did not move because they were concentrating their minds and energy, preparing to give Emperor Qing the final fatal blow.

Si Gu Jian exchanged his life for injuries, which weakened Emperor Qing to the extreme. There was no way they would let go of this opportunity.

Ku He lowered his eyes, and condensed the supreme true qi of the Tianyi Dao that he had cultivated for decades and the vital energy of heaven and earth summoned by magic on his palm, then floated towards Emperor Qing. His figure was still like a fallen leaf, but he did not have the same mighty power as before. Instead, it seemed like an ordinary palm.

But this palm strike made Emperor Qing look extremely solemn, and he had to raise his fist to meet it.

When the fists and palms intersected, beautiful energy ripples appeared at the intersection and slowly spread out in all directions.

Ku He's right palm was as smooth and flawless as white jade. The palm force wrapped in true energy and vital energy hit Emperor Qing as powerfully as a mountain pressing down on his head.

Emperor Qing never imagined that, according to his original plan, he was supposed to use his true qi to blow up Ku He, but now the situation was reversed and it was Ku He who wanted to use his true qi to destroy his body.

And just as the two were competing with each other with their true energy, Wu Zhu moved.

Seeing this, the seriously injured Hong Sixiang ran towards Emperor Qing desperately, but was unfortunately stopped by Ye Liuyun.

In fact, if Ye Liuyun had not stopped him, Hong Sixiang would not have had time to save Emperor Qing. After all, even at the peak of his strength, he could not be faster than Wu Zhu, not to mention that he was seriously injured now.

Wu Zhu's move also did not have any powerful force, it was just a plain and ordinary flying stab.

The iron rod in his hand, like the final judgment of the god of death, pierced straight into the Tanzhong point on Emperor Qing's chest.

A bit of cold light arrived first, and then the gun shot out like a dragon!

Lightning flashed across the sky again, cutting through the dim peak of Mount Dadong.

In the blink of an eye, the iron rod broke through Emperor Qing's Qi defense shield, pierced into Emperor Qing's chest with a "puff" sound, and then passed through his chest.

The true Qi in Emperor Qing's body suddenly lost control, and Ku He's palm force, which was wrapped with true Qi and the essence of heaven and earth, instantly rushed into Emperor Qing's body. The huge impact made him fly backwards helplessly like a kite with a broken string.

Finally, he fell heavily under the big tree outside the small temple. The powerful impact caused the tree behind him to collapse. The domineering true energy that burst out of his body squeezed and twisted the bluestone, trees, flowers and plants within a ten-foot radius around him into pieces.

Emperor Qing knew that he was wrong, he was wrong from the very beginning. He regretted not listening to Hong Sixiang's advice. If he had waited for his third son to return to Kyoto before offering sacrifices to heaven, the current situation would not have happened.

Many people always realize their misalignment at the last moment, especially those as conceited as Emperor Qing. However, there is no regret medicine in this world, and everything is over...

The heavy rain was still pouring down. Most of the buildings of the ancient Qing Temple had become ruins. The ancient myths painted in oil paints had become powdered past. There was a big hole in the moss-covered pool, and the water in the pool flowed out, mixed with mud and rocks, and became turbid.

A yellow cloth that was shaken off covered the body of Si Gu Jian who was lying on the ground at the end of the miserable passage. Only under the yellow cloth, Si Gu Jian could be heard laughing heartily in an extremely weak voice.

Emperor Qing turned his head with difficulty, and saw that the yellow cloth covering Si Gu Jian not far away suddenly moved, as if someone was trying to stand up from under the yellow cloth.

With a slight ripping sound, a young man covered in blood crawled out from under the cloth. This person was not Si Gu Jian, but Si Gu Jian's last disciple Wang Shisanlang.

He came to the top of the mountain when Si Gu Jian was knocked away by Emperor Qing, and had been hiding here secretly to heal Si Gu Jian's injuries. However, with his strength of rank nine, he couldn't even alleviate Si Gu Jian's injuries, let alone heal them. Instead, he was hurt by the sword intent leaked from Si Gu Jian's body. However, it was also good for him. If he could fully understand the sword intent, he would be the next grandmaster of Dongyi City in the future.

Si Gu Jian was lying on top of his own brother Wang Shisanlang. A huge, miserable hole had been made in his abdomen by Emperor Qing. Blood was gushing out and fell on top of Wang Shisanlang, then dripped onto the ground.

After patting his disciple's shoulder with difficulty, Shisan Wang understood what he meant and walked to the side of Emperor Qing. Looking at the dying Emperor Qing on the ground, Si Gu Jian showed an extremely relieved smile on his face.

"You didn't expect this day to come, did you?"

It has to be said that the Grand Master's vitality is indeed tenacious.

Si Gu Jian and Emperor Qing were both in a miserable state. Si Gu Jian was pierced through the abdomen by Emperor Qing, and Emperor Qing was pierced through the chest by Wu Zhu's iron spike. Both of their internal organs were shattered by their true qi, but they still had a breath left.

Emperor Qing opened his mouth, blood foam gushed out uncontrollably. Before he could finish his words, Wang Shisanlang, who was carrying Si Gu Jian on his back, said, "Master, stop talking."

Shisan Wang coaxed his master like a child, but Si Gu Jian on his back was difficult to coax. He looked at Emperor Qing and laughed happily, "You are going to go down and atone for her sins soon. That's great, that's great..." Perhaps thinking of that woman, Si Gu Jian shed tears of blood as he spoke, and a kind of tenderness he had never had before appeared on his face.

Emperor Qing opened his mouth, but Shisan Wang did not give him a chance to speak. He carried Si Gu Jian on his back and left the ruins.

He ran into Hong Sixiang, who was trembling and crying out for His Majesty, and the three grand masters who were walking slowly after him.

Wang Shisanlang nodded in respect, and after carrying Si Gu Jian to find the iron sword, he prepared to leave Dadong Mountain.

Just as Wang Shisanlang was going down the mountain, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the stone steps, and the dagger in his hand stabbed directly at the Si Gu Jian on Wang Shisanlang's back.

No one expected an assassination, and everyone was stunned.

It is obvious that this man in black is a master.

At least Wang Shisanlang, who was at the ninth rank, found that he had no chance of saving his master at all.

However, although he had the opportunity to kill the man in black, he stopped when the dagger was about to pierce Si Gu Jian's vest.

Wang Shisanlang's face changed drastically: "It's you, Shadow!"

The shadow ignored him and looked at Si Gu Jian on his back, with an indescribable emotion in his tone: "You are going to die."

"Won't you kill me for revenge?"

Si Gu Jian's voice was extremely weak. Just like what Shadow said, he was about to die. Even though he was a grandmaster, he could not withstand the punch of Emperor Qing. It was unknown whether he could return to Dongyi City alive.

Shadow shook his head. "You spared my life back then, and now I spare yours, we're even. Next time we meet, I won't hesitate."

"I have taken the revenge on Master. If you want revenge, just come to me."

Hearing what Wang Shisanlang said, Shadow smiled and then shook his head.

The former expresses appreciation, while the latter means that you are not good enough yet.

I don’t know whether Wang Shisanlang understood it or not, but it doesn’t matter anymore.

Yingzi didn't say anything else. He passed by Master Si Gu Jian and his disciple and walked towards the small temple on the top of the mountain. To be more precise, he walked towards the dying Emperor Qing outside the small temple.

The sound of the bells ringing from the ruins of the ancient temple gradually became weaker and then subsided.

Next to a large tree root with countless pieces of bark broken into pieces, the Emperor of Qing, dressed in a tattered dragon robe, looked at the people in front of him quietly with bloodshot eyes. The violent and overbearing true energy in his body subsided as the bell stopped ringing.

He was very clear about his internal organs, which had been invaded and turned into chaos under the impact of Ku He's true qi.

Just like Si Gu Jian, there was no way he could survive.

Even if there really are gods, they can't save me.

After understanding his situation, Emperor Qing accepted the reality.

As a grandmaster and emperor, his dignity and state of mind made Emperor Qing look very calm. He looked at the shadow that came here and said with difficulty: "If I die, he will not be able to live."

Obviously, this "he" refers to Chen Pingping.

He was defeated, defeated by Chen Pingping's forbearance and disguise for more than 20 years.

One had to admit that Chen Pingping was a formidable yet respectable opponent, who was even better at hiding and disguising himself than he was. In order to be able to kill him in one fell swoop, he had been acting very painstakingly and cautiously for more than 20 years, leaving him absolutely no chance of a comeback.

So much so that even though Chen Pingping was the mastermind behind his death, Emperor Qing still admired him very much.

Shadow nodded: "After Dean Chen arranges his funeral, he will commit suicide to apologize."

The dying Emperor Qing no longer paid attention to the shadow. He looked at Hong Sixiang who was holding him and trying hard to hold back his tears. He tightly grasped the hand that looked like dry tree bark. Blood foamed from his mouth as he spoke incoherently, "It's better if you live... Announce... to the world that you will pass the throne... to the third prince Li Chengzong."

"Your Majesty, please don't say any more. I will take you back to Kyoto immediately. The Third Prince will definitely find a way to save you." Hong Sixiang suppressed his grief and was about to take Emperor Qing away, but was suppressed by Ku He who was beside him with his true energy.

It was obvious that as long as Emperor Qing was still alive, he would not let Hong Sixiang take Emperor Qing away.

Looking at the dying Emperor Qing, Ku He sighed, his face full of admiration.

Yes, as the victorious party, Ku He had no intention of underestimating or despising Emperor Qing.

In Ku He's mind, Emperor Qing is still an extremely terrifying yet respectable opponent. He has been able to endure for so many years and not let anyone except Chen Pingping get wind of it. This makes Ku He admire Emperor Qing even more than the shocking truth that Emperor Qing himself is a grandmaster.

Wuzhu, who was standing next to Kuhe, held the iron rod tightly in his hand, with a conflicted look on his face.

In his opinion, Emperor Qing killed Ye Qingmei, so the person who dealt the final blow to Emperor Qing must naturally be Fan Xian, Ye Qingmei's son.

However, Fan Xian didn't know where he was now, so he didn't know what to do for a moment, and the CPU in his head was about to burn out.

"Old Five, do you want Fan Xian to kill me?"

Watching Emperor Qing speaking word by word with difficulty, Wu Zhu stood quietly in front of Emperor Qing without saying a word, without making any movements, and without any expression, still as aloof as before.

"It's not a good reputation to kill your father. Just kill me."

When Wu Zhu heard this, there was finally a hint of expression on his face, an expression of a little surprise, and then he clenched the iron bar in his hand.

Just as Wu Zhu was about to make his move, Emperor Qing, who had already begun to spit out blood and foam, said with great difficulty: "Can I see..."

Before he could finish his words, Emperor Qing could no longer hold on and died. The hand that he was holding tightly in Hong Sixiang's hand also fell down.

Just like that, His Majesty the Emperor of Qing, who was a grandmaster, passed away with regret.

"His Majesty!"

Following Hong Sixiang's shrill shout, the top of the mountain, which had been hit by heavy rain and strong winds, suddenly stopped. The dark clouds in the sky suddenly parted, revealing the gentle blue sky behind the clouds. A ray of light from the sky fell down so clearly and landed on Emperor Qing, illuminating the tragically dead Emperor Qing clearly.

On the top of the mountain, breezes blew again. The gentle mountain breeze under the sun rustled the remaining leaves, bringing a cheerful atmosphere, as if celebrating the death of Emperor Qing.

There is no doubt that everything that happened on the top of Mount Dadong today, especially the death of Emperor Qing, was definitely the most thrilling and world-shaking news since Ye Qingmei's sudden death twenty years ago.

(End of this chapter)