"Is that so?"
Beichen Yong slowly stood up. His face was as dark as water. His voice seemed to come from the depths of hell. It was emotionless and extremely cold.
He stood up with his hands behind his back and looked down at Beichen Heng.
"My son, you should understand that everything you have today is given to you by me."
"What zhen gives you is yours. If zhen doesn't give it, you can't snatch it!”
"Boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
The heavens and the earth were in chaos. Lightning flashed and destroyed everything within a thousand feet of the palace. It turned into a sea of lightning!
Beichen Yong stood above the sea of lightning like the reincarnation of a Thunder God.
Don't look directly at it!
Not blasphemous!
"Everything you've done today has crossed my bottom line. It's time for me to take back everything I've given you!”
"Since when did Imperial Father have a bottom line?"
The corners of Beichen Heng's mouth curled up. He sneered and said indifferently,"There's no need to take back everything that father has given me. I'll return everything to you today!”
"You're courting death!"
Beichen Yong's eyes turned cold.
How many years had it been?
After thousands of years, it had been a long time since anyone dared to speak to him like this.
The last person who said that was probably his sixth son.
"Those who provoke me will be consigned to eternal damnation in the end. Even my son will not be an exception.”
"I want to try."
Beichen Heng chuckled.
"Buzz!"
A soft sound rang out.
In the arena.
The aura on Beichen Heng's body reversed. A majestic true essence spread in all directions, and the aura on his body began to rapidly retreat.
Holy Lord Realm!
Celestial Phenomenon!
Heavenly Transformation Realm!
......
"How dare you!"
Beichen Yong roared angrily. His old face was almost twisted together, and his white hair danced in the wind. It was extremely terrifying, like an angry lion that had been released from its cage, and its killing intent covered the sky.
He rushed down the stairs.
He wanted to stop all of this.
He never expected Beichen Heng to actually dare to cripple his cultivation!
If he crippled his cultivation, what would he do?
Right now.
He was only a hair's breadth away from the Saint Realm. After devouring Beichen Heng's cultivation, he had an 80% chance of becoming a Saint!
Eighth level!
It could already be said that he was definitely going to become a Saint!
Now, Beichen Heng had crippled his cultivation in one fell swoop. It was fine if he became a cripple, but his hope of becoming a Saint would also be severed from now on.
Coupled with his old age, even if he took life-prolonging pills, he would not be able to last long.
There was no time left to find another genius and nurture him to the Holy Lord level. Moreover, it was not so easy to find a genius.
He had nurtured Beichen Heng for more than a thousand years!
How many resources had he spent on this?
How much effort?
Beichen Heng's actions at this moment not only shattered his thousand-year plan, but he was also dragging him to death!
"Boom!"
The last wisp of aura dissipated.
Beichen Heng turned from a middle-aged man into an old man. His hair was white, his face was wrinkled, and his body was hunched. He stood on the spot trembling.
Without his cultivation base, his life was like a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished at any moment.
He looked even older than Beichen Yong.
He had fallen to such a state.
He knew that his life was coming to an end.
Beichen Heng was still not worried. He looked at his exasperated father and smiled lightly.
"Haha!"
" Hahaha!"
From a light laugh, it turned into a wild laughter that spread for several miles.
"Father, how does it feel?"
Beichen Heng said happily.
A thousand years of pent-up anger was all spat out in one day!
He watched as his royal brothers stepped into the palace under his feet and disappeared. Today, he had helped them fulfill a long-cherished wish!
He had lost his most crucial link.
His father's dream of becoming a Saint was destined to never come true!
He had come here today to make his father watch as his hope of becoming a Saint faded away bit by bit in front of him.
No matter what methods he used, he was unable to salvage the situation.
This kind of despair was something that his eight royal brothers and himself had experienced back then.
Today.
Father should experience it too.
"Bastard!"
Beichen Yong was furious. His body emitted an aura that was like a god and a demon. His entire person was like a volcanic eruption, and his essence energy pierced through the sky.
The ground under his feet shook violently, and terrifying cracks appeared.
This scene was too frightening.
It made one's hair stand on end.
At this moment, Beichen Yong seemed to have gone crazy. His eyes were bloodshot and his body was filled with killing intent. He panted heavily. His thousand year plan had gone down the drain in a single day!
There was nothing left!
The instigator of all this was this unfilial son in front of him!
Even though he was his son, he had cut off his chance to become a Saint. Now, he had become his mortal enemy. He had to shatter his soul and fall into eternal damnation.
Only then could the anger in his heart be appeased!
"Die!"
Beichen Yong's hand reached out and grabbed the air. Black lightning fell from the sky and gathered in his palm, forming a pitch-black spear.
The moment the spear appeared, a destructive aura swept out.
This spear had become the only thing in the world!
"Boom!"
There was a loud bang.
The spear pierced through the void and quickly charged towards Beichen Heng. Before it could reach him, an extremely oppressive aura descended first.
At this moment.
The entire space became sticky, and there was no way to dodge or hide.
He could only take it head-on!
With Beichen Heng's current state as an ordinary person, how was he going to take this attack?
Obviously.
Beichen Yong had the intention to kill him.
He wanted to completely crush the bones of his ninth son in front of him to vent the hatred in his heart!
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