Swoosh. A lightning sword suddenly smashed through the desolate atmosphere like lightning and landed beside the Profound Emperor. "This is .." Looking at this familiar item, the Profound Emperor was slightly startled. This was clearly Su Nan's sword, but why was it here?

"Long time no see. Xuan Huang, you look really pathetic like this. I clearly saw a Saint Ruler just now, but why did he disappear in a flash." A dark shadow flashed past. Su Nan quietly stood on the Thunder Light Sword's hilt.

"Sword Saint?" At this moment, the Black Emperor was at a loss of what to do. He never expected that the protector of the empire, the leader of the three Divine Kings, would appear in front of him.

"Oh, I just happened to pass by this place while I was on my way to complete a mission." Seemingly seeing through the Emperor's doubts, the Sword Saint lightly smiled and jumped into the air. He drew his Thunder Light Sword and inserted it into the scabbard at his waist.

He leaned his body forward slightly and helped the Profound Emperor up, "Before the mission, I would like to learn a few things."

"What is it?" Three of his ribs were broken by the explosion, and the Black Emperor sat down on the ground, enduring the pain.

"Do you still remember that huge fire from fifteen years ago?" the Sword Saint asked calmly.

"I remember, at that time, royal father sent me to the Qi Yuan Palace, and I saw a fire on the road there. In order to prevent royal father from worrying, I ordered my men to take the water to save the fire, and I continued to head towards the Qi Yuan Palace, I thought it was just an ordinary trip into the water, but unexpectedly, the news of the destruction of the Yong Qing Palace came about the next day. All of my men disappeared, I remember that the one who slept in the palace was Lady Xian Fei, but it seems that Xiang Yu died during that fire .."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The Sword Saint smiled sinisterly.

"Um, Sword Saint, I don't know what kind of mission you are carrying out, but can you send me back to the palace? I have something important to investigate." The Profound Emperor had never thought of controlling the Sword Saint, but there was nothing he could do at this time.

"How could I refuse an order from His Majesty? Speak, "Sword Saint slowly drew out his Thunder Light Sword." However, this humble subject needs to complete his mission first, otherwise, Lord will be furious. Don't worry, you will be reunited with the Saint Ruler very soon. Sword Saint's face was gloomy.

"What are you doing?"

The Sword Saint suddenly raised his sword and stabbed into the Profound Emperor's chest like a bolt of lightning. Blood gushed out like a broken dam.

"You?"

"This is my mission." The Sword Saint smiled.

"Why did you take my life? Cough, cough," Sensing the signs of life slipping away, the Xuan Emperor's eyes grew more and more tired. "Sword Saint, why did you do this? Cough, cough."

He subconsciously stroked the blood on the blade of his sword as he said calmly, "Because at that time, you did not give the order to save the fire, you only said 'go,' that was all." The Sword Saint was calm, as if he was an old man telling an ancient story, "If it wasn't for your bored eyes, Xian Fei wouldn't have died. Your subordinates thought that you would never want to see the Forever clear Palace again, so they used 'candle wax' to extinguish the fire, it's really ironic, hahaha!"

"No .." Yes, No... I, I didn't... "Yes, then .." Yet another mouthful of fresh blood was spat onto the Yellow Sand Battlefield, and yet another generation of emperors walked away with tears in their eyes.

The Sword Saint did not want to hear another word from this person in front of him, so without waiting for the Profound Emperor to finish his last words, he took out his Thunder Light Sword, smiled sinisterly, and said dejectedly, "Who allowed you to have such a beautiful girl in your prime? "Xian Fei .."

With his left hand holding the sword and his right hand holding the sky, his loud shout reverberated in the desolate ruins.

.. ..

"Phew. Phew .." Wang Xiangyu gritted his teeth as he panted heavily. His right hand was bleeding profusely, and his left arm was empty. It was obvious that his arm had been torn off while he was in the middle of tearing space.

"Look at you, you're so weak," A shadow flashed past Wang Xiangyu, but he was nowhere to be seen, "Second Brother, quickly give him a treatment. If he's crippled, then drag him out to be fed to the snakes."

It was a palace made of pure black crystal, with countless gems piled together. One must know that a single black gem was already priceless, not to mention all the other gems added together, it was completely an unspeakable extravagance, as if all the wealth of God had been poured into this crystal palace.

"Hmph, you are too arrogant, big boss," the golden-masked man's voice was filled with anger, "Leave all the hard work to me, is that really okay?"

"Ah," Wang Xiangyu groaned in pain. It was not only the physical pain, but also the pain that came from his soul.

"Tsk tsk, this right hand is probably quite strong as well." The golden-masked man gently gripped Wang Xiangyu's right shoulder with his right hand. He didn't feel any blood flowing at all and frowned, "There's nothing we can do. Twelfth Brother, bear with it."

"Boss, do you still have a fresh arm?" Wang Xiangyu asked anxiously as he saw the situation.

"Take it." The black shadow flashed again, leaving behind two fresh, bleeding arms.

Boss, you really have a sharp tongue. Let's begin." The golden-masked man pulled out a scalpel from his waist, and with the momentum of cutting through a cow, he instantly took Wang Xiangyu's right arm. Before Wang Xiangyu could even cry out in pain, his right arm had already left his body.

The golden-masked man's dark blue armor emitted a faint golden light, "The secret art of creating and reproducing." A series of magical incantations were immediately formed under the golden-masked man's mouth, white steam emerged from the gap, the wound slowly healed, it was actually no different from the time before the broken arm.

"It's really convenient to have you," the black shadow said as he floated between the eight altars. It was unknown whether he was ridiculing the golden-masked man or praising him.

The golden-masked man let out a hearty laugh. He ignored this almighty elder and continued with his task at hand.

Wahhh! Following the golden masked man's incantation, Wang Xiangyu's scattered soul flew around him and continuously fused into his body.

"How is it?"

The golden-masked man shook his head and said, "His soul is breaking down too badly. If it wasn't for the fact that he had a strong spiritual force, he would have lost his soul long ago. But from the looks of it, it will take at least a year to recuperate."

"There's no other way. Will you be in charge of the Snake Dowager first?"

"Hehe, I'll give it to Old Liu. I'm not his logistics unit," the Golden Mask Man said disdainfully as he flashed into the crystal palace.

Wang Xiangyu propped up his dizzy head and respectfully bowed to the Ten Thousand Snakes' Divine Altar.

"Have you brought the items back?"

"Cough cough, I'm over here." Wang Xiangyu still hadn't fully recovered from his shock. With one hand covering his head and the other taking out a box from his chest, he threw it in the direction of the shadow.

After the black shadow received the item, it spoke in an indifferent tone, "The lord will be proud of you."

"Big brother?"

"What's wrong?"

"Did you rescue me from the battlefield?" Although his elder brother's ability was terrifying, he was still not sure about this.

"So what? But you still can't completely control it. Some cracks have appeared in space, so that's why your arm was injured." With that, the black shadow disappeared along with the wind.

Hearing his big brother's words, Wang Xiangyu was slightly stunned. He muttered to himself, "I didn't think that you had already grasped this ability. The heaven and earth are about to change."

In the blink of an eye, Wang Xiangyu closed the door to the Hall of Ten Thousand Snakes, leaving the Twelve Holy Pillars alone to protect Sytry's hinterland.