Chapter 353 If He Says It Doesn't Count, So Does My Saying Count?

Princess Ningzhi didn't climb a few steps before she was grabbed by her ankle and dragged back.

Xuanyuan Chenfeng said: "Be honest with me, do you think you are still a princess? Keeping your life is for Su Zongzhu's sake."

Because Su Wanyi had a debt to settle with Xuanyuan Ningzhi, Xuanyuan Chenfeng specially saved Princess Ningzhi's life.

"Although you can't take your life, I don't think Sect Master Su would mind that I didn't complete the person when I handed it over to her."

After speaking, Xuanyuan Chenfeng swung his sword and cut off Xuanyuan Ningzhi's two ankles.

He moved very decisively without hesitation, and after he finished cutting, he showed a satisfied smile on his face, as if he enjoyed this tormenting process.

Xuanyuan Ningzhi fainted from the pain on the spot.

Xuanyuan Xuefeng, who was covered in cold sweat from the pain, looked at Xuanyuan Chenfeng with grief and indignation.

"Xuanyuan is dusty! You bastard! You bastard! You are not worthy! You are not worthy to be the emperor!"

Xuanyuan Xuefeng could do nothing but roar to vent his anger at this moment.

"Whether you deserve it or not, it doesn't matter if you say it!" Xuanyuan Chenfeng said, "It's like this, and you still want to put on the emperor's airs with me?"

"It doesn't count if he says it, but what about me? Does it count if I say it?"

An old voice had a terrifying aura, and it felt like the temperature around him had dropped by more than ten degrees.

The expressions of everyone on the Xuanwu stage changed.

This voice was no stranger to Su Wanyi, as soon as she heard this voice, Su Wanyi knew that the old monster in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum was coming.

The two sons are going to be smashed into a pot of porridge. Even if he is really dead, this old monster will have to jump out of the coffin, let alone he is not dead yet.

Although I haven't heard it for more than 20 years, this voice is all too familiar to these few people on the Xuanwu Terrace today.

Familiar with them, there is absolutely no possibility of admitting mistakes.

is it him?

Could it really be him?

But hasn't he already... already died?

The voice just now was transmitted to the Xuanwu Platform with cultivation base, so the other party is actually still a long way from everyone.

Everyone looked around, and after a while, a crane appeared in the western sky, and a white-haired old man stood on the back of the crane.

The old man is the late emperor who has passed away.

Everyone's expression became very surprised.

Xuanyuan's dusty expression was terrified, how could that be? Isn't the old stuff dead? They have been dead for more than 20 years, why did they suddenly appear? Is it a human or a ghost?

The fear of old monsters is deep-rooted, rooted in Xuanyuan's dusty bone marrow.

When Xuanyuan Xuefeng was dying, he saw his father who had passed away riding a crane, and for a moment he didn't know whether it was real or he was hallucinating.

The crane stopped on the Xuanwu platform, and the old man came down.

"Dust, you are really my good son! I don't want you to do everything you have done, and now you have the face to come back and compete with your brother for the throne?"

The old man looked coldly at Xuanyuan Dust.

Really old stuff!

"You... are you really the emperor?" The Great Elder saw the old man, his expression was agitated, and his stooped body trembled.

With a long sigh, the old man looked at the Great Elder with extremely complicated eyes, "I know that your behavior today is also for the good of my Xuanyuan royal family, but you have used the wrong method after all. This son is definitely not a kind person. It will only make the world worse."

"Your Majesty, forgive me!" The Great Elder was ashamed.