Chapter 758 He is none other than my son, Su Yi!
Everyone in the God Realm nodded repeatedly like chicks pecking at rice, and their heads shook as if they were pounding garlic.
Their faces were filled with fear, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and they did not dare to raise their heads to meet the majestic and cold gaze of the black-clothed man.
Everyone lowered their heads, wishing that a crack would appear in the ground beneath their feet so that they could crawl into it and avoid the terrible storm that was like a calamity that could devastate them.
"Hmph!" The man in black clothes let out a cold snort from his nose, which exploded in the ears of everyone in the God Realm, making their ears buzz and their hearts and minds shattered.
"Do you know who he is to this emperor?" the man in black asked calmly.
After hearing the question from the black-robed man, everyone in the God Realm was in a state of panic.
They looked at each other in fear and saw confusion in each other's eyes.
For a moment, he stood there as if under a spell, not knowing how to answer the black-clothed man's questioning, which sounded like a judgment.
"No... I don't know..." They shook their heads helplessly, their voices as weak as the buzzing of a mosquito.
Their bodies were shaking more and more violently, their legs were weak, and they looked like they would collapse to the ground at any moment.
"Hmph~" The man in black clothes seemed dissatisfied with the answer and snorted again.
His face was as gloomy as water, and he spoke coldly: "Since you are about to die, I will tell you that he is my son, Su Yi!"
His eyes became even colder and more ruthless, as if the temperature around him had dropped several degrees because of his anger.
When Ling Ji and the other people in the God Realm heard this, they were all dumbfounded.
Their eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets and their faces were filled with disbelief and shock.
You know, it has always been rumored in the outside world that the Emperor of the Ninth Heaven in the God Realm is cold by nature and not interested in women.
There was not even a woman beside him.
How could such a person have a son out of nowhere?
Ling Ji and the others were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped to the ground, as if they had heard an absurd myth.
Their minds were in a mess and they couldn't believe their ears.
A voice kept echoing in my heart: How could the emperor who doesn't like women have a child?
If this Su Yi is really the emperor's biological son, then why is Su Yi not in the lofty and respected divine realm?
Now, he appeared in such a humble and lowly lower world - the Cang Ming Realm?
Could it be that there is some unknown secret or hardship hidden in it?
Their minds were full of questions and they didn't dare to ask rashly.
When Lu Ziche and the others heard what the man in black said, they were also shocked and incredulous.
He said Su Yi was his biological son, so Su Chenyin was his daughter? !
Su Chenyin's body froze instantly, her face full of shock, staring straight at the man, as if she wanted to see through his face.
Her eyes widened, filled with panic and confusion, as if she had heard the most absurd words in the world.
"Brother...brother's father..." Su Chenyin's lips trembled slightly as he muttered to himself.
Her voice was extremely low, almost inaudible like the whisper of a mosquito, but it could not conceal the shock and disbelief in it.
"Then he is mine..." Her voice trembled, with a hint of sob that she didn't even notice.
She felt a mixture of shock, confusion, and an indescribable anticipation.
Jun Yijue, who had been paying attention to Su Chenyin, immediately captured the change in her emotions.
His heart tightened, and he stretched out his hands without hesitation, tightly holding Su Chenyin's cold and slightly trembling little hands.
His palms were warm and powerful, as if he wanted to pass his strength to Su Chenyin, making her feel a little comforted.
He whispered, "Yinyin, I'm here."
His voice was gentle and firm, like the warm sunshine in spring, bringing a touch of warmth to Su Chenyin.
At this time, He Daozhe finally came back to his senses from the shock of "Su Yi is the son of the Emperor of the Ninth Heaven".
His heart was still filled with fear, but curiosity still drove him to look up at the man in black clothes, and he mustered up the courage to ask: "Emperor, you... you said he is your son?"
There was a tremor in his voice, as if he was afraid to hear a positive answer.
Hearing this, the man in black clothes slowly turned his head, and his cold eyes were like two rays of cold light, shooting straight at the crane Taoist.
"What? Do you think I'm lying?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corner of his eyes revealed endless coldness and majesty.
That look seemed to tell the Crane Taoist that if he dared to question it, he would be crushed to pieces.
When the Hedaoist was swept by his cold gaze, he immediately felt a piercing chill spreading rapidly from his spine and rushing straight to the top of his head.
In an instant, he seemed to be in a world of ice and snow, and all the blood in his body seemed to freeze into ice in an instant, unable to flow.
His body began to tremble uncontrollably, his knees went weak, and he almost fell to his knees.
The Crane Taoist lowered his head quickly to avoid the sharp gaze. His voice became more trembling with fear and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me! Your Majesty, please forgive me! I never meant that."
"It's just... it's just that this matter is so shocking and unbelievable that I find it hard to believe it for a while."
At the end of his speech, He Daozhe's voice already had a hint of tears in it.
At this moment, he was so humble that he didn't even dare to think of raising his head.
Because he knew very well how terrifying the emperor in front of him was, and he was afraid that an unintentional action of his would anger the other party again.
But the Taoist He couldn't suppress his curiosity and worry. He secretly raised his eyes and carefully peeked at the man in black.
The other person's handsome face was now covered with dark clouds, and his complexion was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. There was no sign of any easing at all.
Seeing this scene, He Daozhe's heart sank instantly, and his uneasy mood became more and more intense.
At the same time, Ling Ji on the side had already turned pale with fright. Her face was as pale as death, without a trace of blood.
Her originally beautiful and charming face was now shrouded in endless fear and despair, making her look pitiful.
Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something to defend herself or plead for mercy.
But helplessly, fear had already gripped her throat tightly, making it impossible for her to utter a single word.
The body of the second elder of Xingyao Sect was shaking uncontrollably, as if a candle was about to fall in the wind.
His originally sharp eyes now became dim, filled with endless regret and deep fear.
He secretly glanced at Yin Wuxie, Lan Hongye and others around him, and saw that they all had terrified looks on their faces, as if the end of the world had come.
He lamented in his heart, and kept asking himself: Why was I so stupid to participate in the siege against Su Yi?
Now that we have provoked such a huge disaster, I am afraid it will be difficult to end it no matter what!
His heart was filled with regret, and he wished he could turn back time and make a new choice.