"Your martial arts is so prosperous that it is not weak to the Martial Palace. Please help your father today."

Yun Sheng Baidi said softly.

"You blame your father, you blame your father, but we are connected by blood, and you will eventually understand his greatness in the future."

That night, the sleeping villagers in the small village did not notice it.

A phantom of the Martial Emperor, taller than the sky, rose from the ground, and then the back half of his body poked out of the world and descended to the west.

"I am the Martial Emperor of all ages, and wherever I am, all Martial Arts will surrender!"

This moment.

The roar resounded throughout the West.

In all directions, all the martial arts stone statues were half-bent towards the phantom of the Martial Emperor.

Boom! Wu Jingxian's body shook wildly, his martial arts was in chaos, and he looked somewhere in disbelief.

"How can it be?"

He was horrified.

And also at this moment.

Su Xuan looked up, a little stunned.

But soon.

"It's my son's martial arts!"

He laughed heartily, perhaps even more happy than himself becoming a saint.
Chapter completed!