Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Buddha and Slaughter Ancestral Dragon Rings were submerged into the vortex in the palms of Feng Wuchen and Fang Xiaohan respectively, without any trace left.

Without the Fu Tu Ancestral Dragon Ring and having exhausted all his cultivation, Diliu was at the end of his tether.

He quickly took out a pill.

But before he could refine it, Fang Xiaohan had already stepped in front of him and punched out!

"Grandson! Take a punch from grandpa..."

At this moment, Diliu couldn't even mobilize his royal energy, so he could only take a punch with his flesh and blood body. He was immediately beaten, with nosebleeds and stars in his eyes!

"Ah...Brother Imperial!"

"Uncle Emperor!"

At that moment, the woman and Di Xun were dumbfounded.

Fang Xiaohan, on the other hand, refused to give up and chased after him, his fists and kicks falling on Di Liu's body like a gust of wind and rain.

"The emperor's son, right?"

"Rules, right?"

"Kill my niece, right?"

"You're scolding me, right?"

"Arrogant, right?"

"..."

After Fang Xiaohan's treatment, in just a moment, the dignified emperor was beaten into a pig's head and lay on the ground, unable to move or even speak. He could only be heard lying on the ice and snow with blood in his mouth.

In the middle, he kept opening his mouth and babbling.

"Hey... you're not convinced, right?"

Fang Xiaohan still wanted to take action, but at the critical moment, a golden-red figure quickly stepped forward.
Chapter completed!