Super God: I simulated the heavens and was broadcast live in public

Chapter 15 Join forces
In the light screen.

The shirt that simulated Yun Ming was so tattered that it could hardly cover his body. Shocking wounds were crisscrossed on his muscles, like a tragic picture.

His once handsome face was now covered in blood and dust, looking disheveled. His disheveled hair added to his desolation and sadness.

He kept coughing up blood, and every cough seemed to tear at his already exhausted body.

On the other side, Yuan Tiangang's mask was shattered, revealing a skull-like face. This shocking look stunned the audience.

They originally thought that this mask was used to hide the identity, but they didn't expect that its real function was to cover up such a terrifying face.

Yuan Tiangang was not in a good condition at this time. His body was also covered with scarlet wounds, and most of his teeth without lips were knocked out, making him look extremely hideous.

Although his injuries were serious, his condition looked much better than the simulated Yunming.

"I never thought you would be this powerful." Yuan Tiangang clutched his chest, his tone filled with wonder and resentment. He said, "I've been practicing for three hundred years, and you've only been practicing for a few years, yet you're almost catching up with me."

He stared at the simulated Yun Ming who was barely standing, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "I really underestimated you. I misjudged you. In the past three hundred years, you are the first person who has impressed me so much."

"You should hold on for another ten years. Maybe in ten years, you'll be able to defeat me. But you're too impatient, really too impatient."

After seeing the other party's strength, Yuan Tiangang was really shocked.

He has been practicing for three hundred years.

Even if the person in front of him had been practicing since his mother's womb, it had only been more than thirty years.

Now he has 70% to 80% of his skills.

What a talent, what an amazing talent.

Even he couldn't help but be moved.

Out of admiration for his talent, he wanted to spare his life.

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Yuan Tiangang's tone was filled with deep regret. He slowly said, "If you were kindhearted, perhaps I would generously give you everything, even the entire empire. However, you... are tyrannical in your governance and sinister in your nature. If the empire fell into your hands, how could the people live and work in peace? How could the world maintain peace? How could we usher in a prosperous era?"

"Cough cough..."

Simulated Yun Ming kept coughing up blood, but a sneer appeared on his pale face.

He said with difficulty, "I am already thirty-six years old. How much more time can the heavens give me? If I don't fight for it, when will I fight for it? As the saying goes, ten thousand years is too long. I only fight for the day!"

"Tomorrow I will visit Shangyuan Garden, and hasten the arrival of spring. The flowers must bloom tonight, and not wait for the spring breeze to blow."

He said coldly.

"This is Emperor Wu's poem." Yuan Tiangang said in a deep voice.

"Marshal, do you understand?"

"Cough cough..."

Blood gushed out of Yun Ming's mouth like a flood. He seemed unable to support himself any longer and could only lie on the ground, spitting blood. This scene stunned the audience.

Is this... a dead end?
Although many people do not like the protagonist on the screen, they have to admit that sometimes the charm of the villain is very attractive.

Because people inherently admire the strong.

"Is he really going to die?"

Yun Ming's heart was filled with complex emotions, and he also felt excited.

Once he dies in the simulation, the simulation will end, and it is unknown what kind of reward he will receive.

He was shocked that the simulated Yunming had been able to hold his own against Yuan Tiangang for so long, displaying incredible combat prowess. If only he could achieve the strength of the simulated Yunming… Yunming's heart was filled with anticipation and excitement at the thought.

After hearing what the simulated Yun Ming said, the simulated Yuan Tiangang couldn't help but fall into silence.

He seemed to be touched by the other party's words and began to re-examine the young man whom he regarded as an enemy.

After a while, Yuan Tiangang finally said quietly, "You are really good, but it's all fate."

"It's time to hit the road." Yuan Tiangang slowly walked towards the simulated Yunming who was lying on the ground.

"It's not the end yet!"

Simulated Yun Ming struggled to open his blood-stained mouth and let out a wild laugh: "Gangzi, I have a few things to share with you. I wonder if you are willing to listen."

Is there a reversal?

The audience, who originally thought that the finale was about to come, were now shocked and their eyes widened.

"What tricks are you trying to play?" Yuan Tiangang's voice was cold and distant, as if he had no interest in imitating any of Yun Ming's actions.

"Qiao'er's ashes." Simulated Yun Ming uttered these words lightly.

Yun Ming in reality was stunned.

"What did you say?" Yuan Tiangang's voice revealed a hint of disbelief. Then his face quickly darkened and he was furious. "How dare you know such a thing?"

"I know much more than that." Simulated Yun Ming raised a playful smile, which made Yuan Tiangang's face turn pale.

"Do you think I will believe your nonsense?" Yuan Tiangang's tone was full of coldness.

"Then do you dare to take a gamble?" Simulated Yun Ming slowly stood up, a sinister light flashing in his eyes: "And Li Xingyun, don't forget him either."

"Li Xingyun?" Yuan Tiangang's eyelids twitched, as if the name touched a sensitive nerve.

"Haven't you noticed? This place is very close to Mobei." Simulated Yunming showed a ferocious and arrogant smile.

"Yuan Tiangang, do you think I would come to you unprepared? Or do you think that you can solve all problems with your three hundred years of skills?"

As a familiar figure slowly appeared in everyone's sight, Yuan Tiangang's expression became increasingly ugly.

"You are colluding with Duo Kuohuo?" His voice was full of anger and disappointment.

"You're wrong!" Simulated Yunming laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world: "Mobei and I have been a family for a long time."

The Great Shaman looked at Yuan Tiangang calmly and nodded slightly, as if announcing that a storm was coming.

Behind her, Aunt Ao was tightly grasping Li Xingyun, who had fainted and was covered in blood. The scene looked extremely tragic.

"You seem to be a little late." Simulated Yunming said breathlessly, his tone revealing a bit of fatigue and dissatisfaction.

"The four corpse ancestors took a lot of effort on our part." Aunt Ao glanced at him and said calmly, "They are all dead."

Simulated Yun Ming's expression trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He said lightly, "If he's dead, then he's dead."

"Yuan Tiangang, I offer you a choice." Simulated Yun Ming turned to Yuan Tiangang, his eyes revealing a cold and resolute look: "Hand over the elixir of immortality, and then end your life. In exchange, I will cripple Li Xingyun's martial arts and spare his life. I will also return Qiao'er's ashes to her original resting place."

"You think I will believe it?"

Yuan Tiangang's face was twisted with anger. He glared at the Great Shaman, his voice filled with anger and confusion: "How dare you interfere in this matter? Do you know what this means?"

"How could I do such an unjust act as killing Lord Shan De?" Simulated Yun Ming laughed sarcastically towards the sky, and the laughter was full of contempt and provocation towards Yuan Tiangang.

(End of this chapter)