Chapter 1537: Nine Swords! (Finally)

A man, a king, burns his life and soul, performs the moment like a meteor passing by, and sings this final swan song. At this moment, Chu Rui understood him. Life must be vigorous, and death must be earth-shattering. Because, he is the king, he is Haotian!

"One sword seals all things!"

To deal with a man who has made such a determination, what Chu Rui can do is to give him the greatest respect and defeat him mercilessly. The tip of the Xuanyuan Sword trembled slightly, and the power of laws invisible to the naked eye rippled. The sword pointed forward, bursting out thousands of invisible special sword energy, covering Haotian who was shocked by the roar.

"???"

Haotian, who had burned his life and soul, made a desperate move. How cruel would it be for a terrifying being at the saint level to risk his life? Coupled with the full release of the Immortal Life Pearl. If Haotian succeeds, maybe the entire Zixiaotian will cease to exist. Chu Rui can temporarily avoid the edge, but he cannot. Whether it was because of his pride or respect for Haotian, he could not escape this duel between kings. But he couldn't let Haotian destroy Zi Xiaotian. Not only because of the disaster that the destruction of Zixiao Heaven would bring to the three realms, but also because the Great Qin army is still in this layer of the sky. Therefore, he chose to deal with it head-on and chose the law seal.

"Is this also your sword technique?"

One moment it was earth-shattering, but the next moment it was quiescent.

One sword seals all things, seals the law, and Chu Rui seals the energy. Haotian, who was originally just relying on his breath to hold on, was suddenly at his wits' end. The terrifying energy that was going to destroy the entire Zixiaotian was also sealed in an instant and disappeared.

"One sword seals all things, the law of sealing!"

Chu Rui answered Haotian, and there was a clear look in his eyes.

"I'll give you a ride!"

He raised the Xuanyuan Sword and looked at Haotian, who had run out of oil and lamps, with an indifferent expression. Haotian has burned his life and soul. Even if he is sealed and does not show up, he is still burning. He is already dead. Even if he is ignored, he will be wiped out in a short time. However, for an opponent, a proud king, such death is undoubtedly a humiliation for him and for himself. Chu Rui will kill him personally and give him a ride before he is wiped out.

"bring it on!"

With blood spitting out of his mouth and a sluggish expression, Haotian, who had lost his vitality, was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, with white hair and dense wrinkles.

"The Emperor's Overlord Sword Jue is divided into nine swords. To defeat you, I used eight swords. Now with this last sword, I will send you on your way!"

Chu Rui slowly stretched Xuanyuan Sword forward.

"One sword kills life!"

The sharp long sword pierced Haotian's body, and under the power of the law, his life, which was already flowing out rapidly, was almost completely drained out in an instant.

"Thanks!"

Black hair turns to white hair, and then the white hair falls off, and the youthful appearance becomes old and wrinkled. Life flows away, souls are shattered, and the pain that comes back is terrible. But Haotian passed away with a smile on his lips, closed his eyes peacefully, and looked calm. Perhaps for him, these one hundred thousand years are really too tiring. Originally he was just a carefree boy under the throne of Taoist Hongjun. However, he was pushed to the throne of the Jade Emperor, and he has reached what he is today step by step. Maybe he didn't want to, but he had to choose.

There are too many helplessness and no choices in life. This is fate!

Haotian is sad. If he is still that carefree boy and never steps onto the throne or reaches the pinnacle of power, what will be his fate and future?

He has no choice!

As the boy of Hongjun Daozu, he must manage the heaven created by Hongjun himself, the orthodoxy that rules the three realms, and sit at the hub of power. Even if he is just a puppet, it is enough as long as he is on the throne. The legitimate Jade Emperor. Maybe he doesn't have the power, but he is orthodox after all. A clown is, after all, just a clown. Is the minister strong but the king weak? indeed so. But with him, Hongjun, who would dare to make a mistake? As long as he wants, he can take back his rights at any time and let his boy become the Jade Emperor who truly controls the rights.

Haotian is pathetic and pitiful. His fate may have been doomed long ago. His previous weakness made him still follow himself and be a puppet even if he was unwilling to do so. But when he was defeated by Ying Zheng and trampled under his feet, he woke up. It was not because of his failure that he woke up, but because he saw Ying Zheng.

He moves vertically and horizontally, looking down at the world, with boundless domineering power, and he is the only one who dominates.

This is the king, this is the real king!

He lost the battle between humans and immortals a hundred thousand years ago, the confrontation between Heavenly Court and Great Qin. He hated Ying Zheng, but more than anything, he admired him, even vaguely worshiping him without being aware of it.

Haotian respects Hongjun Daozu. He respects Hongjun for various reasons and status. But for Ying Zheng, that man, that man who could definitely be called the King of the Six Realms in every aspect, he admired him. He is a king, and Ying Zheng is also a king. But he is a cowardly puppet, but Ying Zheng is an unparalleled and powerful emperor who looks down on himself and is the only one in the world. With one word, he will bleed thousands of miles.

Men should be like this!

This is the king, this is the domineering power that a king should have!

Today, one hundred thousand years later, Haotian has studied for one hundred thousand years, and finally the fateful battle that has lasted for one hundred thousand years can be completed! In this battle, he had no regrets. For a hundred thousand years, he was vicious and cruel, and used all possible means. From the very beginning, he was just willing to be a puppet, and secretly began to move continuously. After a series of actions, he went from the position of the Jade Emperor with basically nothing to controlling one-third of the real power in the heaven. All forces are being manipulated by him. If the saints and ancient gods behind them die, he can control all those forces in an instant.

After a hundred thousand years of training, Haotian's power has reached its peak. The reason why he did not completely control the heaven was not because of his lack of ability, but because this world also depends on strength. The strength of those saints and ancient gods is really too strong. As long as they don't fall, the immortals and gods under their command don't dare to have any dissent at all, and even if they do, they don't dare to show it.

It has been a hundred thousand years, and now the final calamity has come, and Haotian can't wait any longer. After a hundred thousand years of repression, he has reached his limit. If he continues, he will go crazy. That's why he cooperated with the demon just to give it a try.

Man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation. He eventually lost to Ying Zheng and Chu Rui. However, Haotian has no regrets about this tragic defeat. He died, and he passed away calmly with the recognition of his idol that he didn't even know he had recognized from the bottom of his heart. He is tired and needs rest. He is a king and will never settle for anything less. Therefore, death is the best way.