"Without my permission, no one in this world can decide her life or death!"

Along with this voice, there was also an indescribable general trend of heaven and earth, as if an ancient god had been resurrected, looking down on all living beings with a disregard for the common people.

"Huh?"

Mo Wubian's cultivation is the strongest, and this ethereal thing is the first to sense it, and it stops in an instant, looking up at the sky.

"Big brother!"

Zi Ling was stunned for a moment, this voice was so familiar, and he couldn't help but shout.

"Could it really be him?"

Murong Wan's eyes were confused, only to feel that all this was so unreal, she must have hallucinated.

Not only the three of them, but also the hundreds of powerhouses in the audience all turned their heads to look in the direction where the voice came from.

"Buzz ......"

There seemed to be a subtle buzzing sound, and immediately a pure spatial power surged, and everyone felt the void in front of them fluctuate slightly, and there was a sudden appearance of a black-robed figure there.

To be precise, it should be a back, because this person has his back to everyone, and he can only be seen wearing a black robe, with a slightly thin figure, but it gives people a feeling of being extremely majestic, as if standing there is an ancient sacred mountain.

"Who is he?"

This is the question that all the powerhouses in the audience have raised together, the black-robed powerhouse that suddenly appeared is too weird, if there is no arrogant voice, everyone is afraid that no one can react.

"Big brother?"

Zi Ling's voice trembled slightly, and he even rubbed his somewhat moist eyes with his arm.

Murong Wan looked at this figure falling from the sky as if she was distracted, there was a brief trance in her eyes, and she suddenly woke up, and her vast bright eyes also opened wide in circles.

At the same time, a look of disbelief also slowly bloomed on her delicate face.

On the other side, the black-robed figure had a soft color in his eyes, looking at this peerless face that made him dream, and a gentle smile appeared on the face that seemed young but revealed the vicissitudes of life.

"Wan'er, I'm looking for you!"

The black-robed man spoke, his voice was very soft, as if he was a little trembling, and he seemed to be a little angry, but fortunately he arrived in time, otherwise he would regret it in this life.

"Zihao, is that you?"

Murong Wan stared at the figure in front of her in a daze, trembling and stretching out her slender Yi, perhaps because she was too injured and weak, or maybe she was afraid, worried that this scene was not real, and finally fell down again.

"Wan'er, it's me! From now on, I won't let you face these sufferings alone!"

Zhong Zihao quickly leaned over and squatted down, and his powerful big hand grabbed the soft and boneless Bao Yi in the palm of his hand, and his hand was cold, and his heart was cramping.

From what he knew about the woman in front of him, her haughty personality had never shown such a vulnerable side, indicating that she had been under no less pressure than he had been over the years, and that the enemies in front of her had driven her to despair.

"I told you not to come to me, but you came anyway...... You've suffered all these years!"

Feeling the temperature coming from her palm, her little hand finally stopped trembling and let him grasp it.

Murong Wan was so smart that he sensed the vast power in Zhong Zihao's body, and knew that he must have endured a lot of crises and tribulations in order to catch up with him over the years.

He is such a proud person, he never allows the people around him to be harmed, and he must have tortured himself frantically for decades in order to catch up with her in terms of cultivation.

Moreover, Murong Wan also saw a trace of fatigue from the corner of his eyes, he must have heard that the Murong family was in danger, and he was hurrying in the starry sky non-stop, so he could appear here at such a moment.

Thinking of this, Rao is rock-solid heart couldn't help but feel an indescribable emotion, and there were tears in her beautiful eyes.

"Big brother, that guy is strong!"

Zi Ling also seemed to be infected, but stubbornly tilted her head to prevent tears from flowing, and reminded.

Zhong Zihao took out a few fine pills and handed them to Zi Ling, which was naturally from Shang Xingyun's collection, and then looked at her deeply, and chuckled: "Zi Ling, do you believe in big brother?"

"Hmm!"

Zi Ling nodded vigorously, and from his confident smile, he could feel that he had a way to deal with Mo Wubian.

Zhong Zihao turned his head slightly to look at Murong Wan, and the latter's lips bloomed with a touch of beauty: "You have never disappointed anyone!"

She knew him too well, as long as she dared to say it, there was absolutely nothing she couldn't do, although the cultivation of the two was almost the same, and they were both two levels lower than Mo Wubian, she still didn't have the slightest doubt.

"Is that kid...... Impossible?"

Murong Fanchen also stopped, looking at the black-robed back from a distance, the expression on his face was cloudy, and he had already begun to guess the identity of the powerhouse who suddenly arrived.

can make her granddaughter Murong Wan show the expression of her youngest daughter's family, and the actions of the two are so intimate, except for the nether boy who is hung in her heart, Murong Fanchen can't think of a second person.

However, how long has it been, just a few decades, how could anyone let the cultivation cross two great realms in a row?

With this kind of cultivation speed, what kind of amazing talent is required, I'm afraid even the Heavenly Divine Son and Wan'er can't do it, right?

Of course, Wan'er had wasted too much cultivation time because of her hard work for the family over the years, otherwise she would have already advanced to the realm of true gods.

If it wasn't that kid, who would this person be?

Not only him, but everyone present was speculating on the identity of the black-robed figure.

Finally, under the gaze of countless eyes, the black-robed figure slowly turned around, and the expression that was gentle as a spring breeze a moment ago instantly became extremely cold.

"Junior, who are you?"

Mo Wubian faintly had a bad feeling, this person was young but his cultivation was extraordinary, could it be that he was from a terrifying big force from some side? If other big forces intervened, then the Sword Saint Inheritance was afraid that it would be missed.

"Me?"

Zhong Zihao took a deep breath, his eyes gradually became calm, and he looked at everyone in the audience slightly, and a deep voice slowly resounded between heaven and earth: "I am the one who ends your fate!"

"You want to die!"

Mo Wubian was furious, and he was worried that the other party was a person with great status, but this sentence completely ignited his anger.

After saying that, he was about to make a move and tear up this arrogant junior, but a figure suddenly rushed out next to him: "Sect Master Mo is angry, you might as well hand him over to his subordinates!"

The person who came was Yuwen Leidong, who had recovered his source power for a long time.

After this period of time, although his strength had not returned to its peak state, it had recovered to seventy-seven eighty-eight, and most importantly, his previous battle with Murong Fanchen and Zi Ling had disappointed Mo Wubian, and he was worried that he would miss the opportunity to view the Sword Saint Inheritance.

Therefore, he must seize the opportunity in front of him.

Even deep down, I am a little grateful to the arrogant boy who can't see the situation clearly.