Fantasy: Giving birth but not raising? Why are you crying when I become the Immortal Emperor?

Chapter 122 Ye Tian shoots King Wuyou in the stomach! Chu Xi sacrifices herself!

Chujing, Wanhuafang.

As the most prosperous and bustling brothel in the capital of Da Chu, even though it is still daytime, it is still bustling with people coming and going.

At this moment, at the gate of the main building of the market town, a young man in a green shirt with a sinister face swaggered in, surrounded by a group of strong guards dressed in dark blue uniforms and wearing swords on their waists.

Wherever he passed, the guests were terrified and kept silent and retreated, not daring to make any provocative move.

When the old procuress in charge of welcoming guests saw this young man coming, her eyes flickered, and she immediately smiled brightly on her heavily made-up face. She left the guest she was greeting and went to greet him.
"Hey, Master, you're here, hurry up, come in!"

Zhao Feng waved the folding fan in his hand, grinned, strode inside, and greeted casually,

"Go, call all those courtesans upstairs to come to me!"

The madam served humbly, and nodded quickly after hearing the order.

"Yes, my Lord, please come upstairs. I will go find the girls to serve you."

Zhao Feng nodded with satisfaction, and casually took out a handful of banknotes from his pocket, even mixed with a few pieces of broken spiritual stones, and threw them to the old procuress who was staring at him with wide eyes.

"Hahahaha, by the way, let Ziyue prepare well. I came here today just to see what that new trick she mentioned last time is!"

With arrogant laughter, Zhao Feng walked upstairs.

Hearing his movement, the guests in the building undoubtedly looked at each other sideways, but when they saw Zhao Feng's face clearly, they trembled all over, lowered their heads quickly, and dared not provoke him at all.

Zhao Feng obviously didn't notice that the moment he stepped into Wanhuafang, two pairs of eyes with different expressions seemed to fall on him.

Hiding in the darkness, Ye Tian smiled coldly at Zhao Feng's dissolute appearance.

King Wuyou Zhao Tianming was a powerful Ascension Realm cultivator after all, but the son he gave birth to was pure trash. Although his cultivation had reached the Spirit Transformation Realm, it was extremely superficial, and it was obvious that he had been forcibly raised to that level using elixirs. He was truly a complete waste.

Then, he flipped his hand, and spiritual light quietly bloomed from the palm of his hand, and a longbow filled with gloomy and murderous aura emerged.

"Xue Yi, this bow is called 'Flying Fairy', it is the most precious treasure of Wanjian Mountain. It is his good fortune to use it to kill this bastard."

Hearing this, Xue Yi bit her red lips and asked in a trembling voice,
"Mr. Ye, do you really want to help me?"

"Worry-free King Zhao Tianming has already entered the Ascension Realm many years ago. If he knew that his son Zhao Feng died in your hands, he would definitely hunt you down to the death."

"I, I don't deserve you to do this."

After listening to what she said, Ye Tian smiled gently and nodded.
“Sister Xueyi, I was brought back to Chu State that year. Thanks to you for taking good care of me and teaching me how to practice sword skills.”

"I said at that time that I would definitely draw my sword for you in the future."

Hearing these words, Xue Yi's beautiful eyes trembled, and she stared blankly at the former's handsome and resolute face. A blush suddenly appeared on her fair and pretty face, and even her slender neck was covered with a rich blush.

She pursed her red lips gently, slowly moved forward, put her arms around Ye Tian's neck with trembling hands, closed her eyes slightly, and offered him a kiss.

"Mr. Ye, thank you."

After a while.

hum! !

In the bustling Wanhuafang, amidst the sound of trembling bowstrings, a shocking arrow intent suddenly erupted!
In the void, an extremely sharp spiritual arrow condensed in an instant, bringing with it a series of shrill sounds of breaking through the air, like a rainbow piercing the sun, shooting straight out!

At this moment, Zhao Feng had just sat down in a luxurious box on the fourth floor when he suddenly felt an extremely terrifying aura rushing towards him!

"What is this?!" "Mr. Zhao, help!"

The extreme breath of death surged into Zhao Feng's heart, his face changed drastically, he was terrified, and quickly looked up and shouted for help!
But just as he finished his words, the arrow with destructive power broke through the air!

boom! !

Wherever the arrow passes, everything collapses and all life is extinguished!
Zhao Feng was blown up alive, turning into a blood mist, with no trace of his body left!

It was not until this moment that the two priests of the Wuyou Palace who had been guarding in the dark appeared anxiously.

"Who dares to attack the prince of Wuyou Palace?"

As the roar was heard, the two Void Refinement Realm priests could only watch Zhao Feng being shot to death by an arrow in front of them, and their hands and feet suddenly became cold.

What a strong arrow!
The terrifying aura contained in the spiritual arrow just now made even people of their level of cultivation feel palpitations, and an unmatched feeling filled their hearts.

The person who made this move was definitely not an ordinary person, his cultivation was at least at the fusion realm!
The two looked at each other, and their faces suddenly became filled with horror.

A strong person in the fusion realm is definitely not someone that people at their level can afford to provoke.

But the death of Zhao Feng, the prince of Wuyou Palace, plunged the two of them, the guardians and worshippers, into complete trouble.

King Wuyou Zhao Tianming is a powerful person in the Ascension Realm. Even if we look at Jiuzhou, he is considered to be at the top level. Now that his son has died inexplicably, how can he let it go?

If things are investigated later, these two worshippers will obviously be the first to bear the brunt of the blame!

However, soon these two palace priests no longer had such concerns.

The next moment, strange changes occurred again in the void!
A cold snort suddenly appeared.

"Humph! You are helping the tyrant and deserve to die!"

Upon hearing this, the two priests' eyes flashed with fear and their faces turned as pale as paper. They hurriedly mobilized all the spiritual power in their bodies and set up defensive barriers in front of them.

This sound was like a death warrant, making the two of them feel a strong breath of death.

"Senior! Senior, please wait!"

The moment the sound of the bowstring trembling sounded again, in their horrified eyes, two spiritual arrows condensed in an instant, shooting towards them at a high speed, across the sky!
"Do not!!!"

Sensing the lethal aura contained in the arrow, the two priests' faces changed drastically and they shouted to resist, but all their actions were in vain!

Under the gazes of horror and fear, the arrows of spiritual power were unstoppable, piercing through the protective barriers without any effect at all, and hit the bodies of the two priests hard!

boom! !

A deafening roar and shrill screams suddenly rang out, lingering around the heaven and earth and lasting for a long time!
Endless blood rain poured down, and the bustling Wanhuafang was immediately thrown into chaos, with the crowd fleeing in panic.

However, Ye Tian and Xue Yi, the instigators, had already left hand in hand.

In the distant sky, two streaks of light flashed and two people appeared.

Xue Yi looked from afar at the Wanhuafang where chaos had suddenly broken out. Her beautiful eyes gradually turned red. Then she unconsciously leaned into Ye Tian's arms, a tear falling from the corner of her eye.

"Ye Tian, ​​thank you."

(End of this chapter)