Li Lun's father is a strong man at the 10th level of the Imperial Realm, with a level as high as 10578. An Imperial BOSS of this level is simply an insurmountable chasm for Wang Xian.

Even if Yaochi, Nuwa, Houtu and others were called, they would not be Li Lun's father's opponents at all, and would even be suppressed by Li Lun's father in an instant.

Therefore, it is simply unrealistic to rescue Zhao Yue's people under the nose of Li Lun's father.

Wang Xian was being carried by Li Lun's father. While he was thinking hard about how to save the Zhao Yue people, he was secretly looking at this small world.

It is said that it is a small world. In fact, it is more accurate to say that it is a small plane. The whole world is very small, at most it is about the same size as the treasure island before Blue Star was digitized.

In this small plane, there are about 100,000 Zhao Yue people imprisoned, and they are divided into tribes.

In addition, there are also a large number of Li people. Compared to the approximately 100,000 Zhao Yue people, there are more Li people, almost millions.

Moreover, these millions of Li people are actually here to guard Zhao Yue's people.

When Wang Xian noticed this situation, he was quite speechless.

Zhao Yue's approximately 100,000 tribesmen are all at the myth level, and none of them are at the emperor level. Among the millions of Li tribe members, there are as many as 100,000 who have reached the emperor level alone. Although the rest are all at the myth level,

But the level is much higher than that of Zhao Yue's clansmen.

The Li people were so afraid of Zhao Yue's people rebelling or escaping that they actually used so many people to guard Zhao Yue's people.

However, this also shows in disguise the special nature of the Zhao Yue tribe's bloodline, otherwise the Li tribe would not invest so many tribesmen to guard it.

A few minutes later, Li Lun's father took Wang Xian to a tribe where the Zhao Yue tribe lived.

This tribe is very large, or it should be the largest tribe in the entire small plane. There are tens of thousands of Zhao Yue's tribe living here.

When Zhao Yue's tribe saw Li Lun's appearance, their faces all changed. Some were filled with hatred, some were fearful, some were unwilling, and some...but in the end, they all turned into sadness and despair.

Li Lun's father ignored the expressions of Zhao Yue's tribesmen and strode towards the altar in the center of the tribe.

After boarding the altar, Wang Xian saw a four-legged copper tripod. There was an unknown divine liquid in the tripod, which exuded crystal light.

Li Lun's father frowned when he saw that there was less than half of the divine liquid in the cauldron. Then he looked at the Zhao Yue people under the altar and said coldly: "I'll give you one hour to remove the emperor in the cauldron."

Source fluid 'replenished!"

As soon as these words came out, all the members of Zhao Yue's clan in the tribe started to tremble, and many of them staggered and fell directly to the ground.

"Devil, devil, you will be punished!"

Suddenly, a woman who looked about fifty years old rushed toward the altar, shouting loudly.

"snort!"

Li Lun's father glanced at the woman and snorted softly. The woman's body exploded and turned into a mist of blood.

Then, Li Lun's father made a slight move with his right hand, and the blood mist flew towards the four-legged bronze tripod on the altar.

"Sure enough, garbage is garbage, even the 'Emperor Source Liquid' is so little!"

Li Lun's father glanced at the 'Emperor's Source Liquid' that had barely grown in the bronze cauldron, with a very dissatisfied look on his face.

Under the altar, all of Zhao Yue's clansmen's eyes were bloodshot and turned bright red, glaring fiercely at Li Lun's father.

"Haha~ I don't like the look in your eyes! So, if the 'Emperor Source Liquid' in the cauldron is not replenished for half an hour, then I will slaughter ten tribes!" Li Lun's father said lightly.

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yue's clan members all froze, and then like a balloon with a hole in it, all the condensed momentum and anger dissipated.

A moment later, a member of Zhao Yue's tribe walked up to the altar with grief, anger and unwillingness. He stretched his right hand above the bronze tripod, and drops of 'Emperor Source Liquid' dripped from his middle finger.

Wang Xian was very close to this Zhao Yue tribesman, and he understood clearly that the so-called 'Emperor Source Liquid' was actually a mixture of the Zhao Yue tribe's 'origin' and 'essence and blood'.

The member of Zhao Yue's clan forced out fifteen drops of 'Emperor's Source Liquid' on his face. He didn't stop until his face was so pale that there was no blood at all, and his life breath had dropped to the limit.

Not only that, Wang Xian also noticed that every time a drop of 'Emperor's Source Liquid' dripped, the level of Zhao Yue's clan member would drop by dozens of levels.

Fifteen drops of 'Emperor Source Liquid' directly caused the clan member Zhao Yue's level to drop below level 100.

Afterwards, a member of Zhao Yue's tribe walked up to the altar, and drops of 'Emperor Source Liquid' gathered into the four-legged bronze cauldron. The levels of Zhao Yue's tribe also dropped below level 100.

Suddenly, Wang Xian's pupils dilated instantly, and he almost blurted out the sentence "Chen Bu Mu Cao".

What did he see?

In the outer universe, the president of the human race’s ancestral court—Zhao Qi!

Wang Xian was a little confused, why did Zhao Qi appear here?

Before Wang Xian could think too much, a square object suddenly appeared in Zhao Qi's hand as he climbed onto the altar.

The square object emitted a gentle light, instantly covering the entire tribe, and then dispersed in all directions, finally completely covering the entire small plane before stopping.

Wang Xian felt it carefully and found nothing unusual. He suddenly became confused, what is the use of this square thing that Zhao Qi took out?

"Haha~ Is this your trump card?"

After a brief moment of astonishment, Li Lun's father's face became full of mockery.

"Frozen for thousands of miles!"

A scream resounded throughout the world, and the temperature of the entire small plane dropped sharply in an instant, and ice quickly began to appear on the ground.

In an instant, the entire small plane turned into a world of ice, and millions of Li people were also trapped in the ice.

As for Zhao Yue's tribe, nothing happened because the ice layer directly bypassed their tribe when it arrived.

On top of the altar, a slender figure appeared.

She held a silver-white war sword that flashed with a sharp cold light and exuded a biting cold aura, and she stabbed Li Lun's father who was frozen in the ice fiercely and decisively.

bite!

With a crisp sound, the woman's sword was blocked and did not penetrate Li Lun's father's body.

Click!

Click!

At this time, the sound of cracking continued, and the ice on the surface of Li Lun's father's body began to crack. In less than a breath, the ice completely fell from his body.

"Interesting, a small god realm can actually have such exaggerated strength!"

Li Lun's father looked at the woman holding a silver sword in surprise.

Wang Xian was also looking at this woman. She was none other than Zhao Han, who had obtained the profession of 'Ice and Snow Master' in the territory of 'Immortal Palace'.

"Give you a chance to be my son's concubine, and I won't care about your rudeness!" Li Lun's father said lightly.

"Fart your%*&%!"

Zhao Han cursed loudly.

Snap!

After a loud voice, a bright red slap mark suddenly appeared on Zhao Han's fair and tender face, and bright red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Li Kun, you are looking for death!"

When Zhao Qi saw Zhao Han being beaten, his eyes suddenly became bloodshot. After roaring, he rushed towards Li Lun's father fiercely.

Zhao Han's eyes flashed coldly, and his figure disappeared instantly.

The next second, two figures fell awkwardly from the altar to the ground.

"kill!"

The sound of roaring sounded, and Zhao Yue's tribesmen, under the performance of Zhao Qi and Zhao Han, once again awakened the blood in their hearts, and rushed towards Li Kun on the altar with red eyes.

These Zhao Yue tribesmen are only at the myth level, and their level is below level 1,000. The results can be imagined.

Before they even rushed to the altar, each one of them vomited blood and collapsed to the ground under Li Kun's momentum.

The faces of every Zhao Yue clan member are full of despair. They are unwilling and resentful...

Li Kun slowly walked down from the altar and came to Zhao Qi. He stepped on one of Zhao Qi's legs with his right foot and turned Zhao Qi's leg directly into blood mud.

"father!"

Zhao Han screamed.

She wanted to get up, but the injuries on her body were too severe, and Li Kun's momentum oppressed her, so she could only watch Zhao Qi being tortured.

"If I give you another chance to become my son's concubine, I will let your father go!"

Li Kun turned to look at Zhao Han with a gentle smile on his face.

Zhao Han's face was filled with murderous intent, and he stared at Li Kun fiercely, wishing to cut Li Kun into pieces.

puff!

Zhao Qi's other leg was trampled into bloody mud by Li Kun.

"What now?"

Li Kun asked calmly.

Zhao Han's eyes were about to burst, her teeth were biting her lower lip tightly, and bright red blood kept leaving, but she seemed not to feel it.

Li Kun smiled faintly, raised his foot and stepped on one of Zhao Qi's arms.

"stop!"
To be continued...