Chapter 5142: deathbed delivery

"Furthermore, the reason why I was imprisoned by Fei Yu is not because of how weak I am."

"Devil, you don't have any emotions in your heart, that's why you treat people so despicably."

"This will be your downfall!"

Jinghong took a deep breath and immediately raised his scepter high.

As the immortal energy is poured into the scepter, the brilliance emanating from it becomes more intense.

"It's ridiculous, I don't need any feelings, only strong power is the only reliance!"

Gu heard the sound and responded with a ferocious smile, then waved the magic knife and rushed straight towards Jinghong.

Along with the swing of the magic knife, countless magic blades attacked Jinghong.

Jinghong, on the other hand, looked at the incoming demon blade with a calm expression, without any wavering in his eyes.

When the magic blade arrived in front of him, before it even got close to Jinghong, it was melted by the radiance emanating from the scepter in his hand.

At the same time, Gu also felt that the demonic energy in his body was shaking uncontrollably after he got close to Jinghong.

Even the magic knife in his hand seemed to feel fear, constantly trembling and trying to get out of his control.

"Old man, what is that in your hand?"

Gu's eyes narrowed and he knew that the source of this change came from the scepter in Jinghong's hand.

"The token of the Rebel Clan's leader contains the immortal energy of the past generations of Rebel Clan leaders, and it has absolute suppressive power over demons like you!"

Jinghong made a cold sound and revealed the secret of the scepter in his hand.

Only the patriarchs of the Rebel Clan in the past generations knew about this matter, and when each of the Rebel Clan leaders left office, they would retain their own immortal energy in the scepter.

This move is for emergencies.

Nowadays, it is not just Jinghong who is fighting Gu, but behind him there are countless clan leaders from the past generations of the Rebel Clan.

"Oh, if it were before, I might still be afraid of you."

"But now, this kind of thing has no effect on me!"

Gu sneered, and the moment he finished speaking, the demonic energy around him suddenly disappeared.

Then a strong celestial energy burst out in him.

The situation where Gu was originally suppressed also changed as the demonic energy in his body transformed into immortal energy.

Easily breaking through the envelope of fairy light, Gu rushed directly in front of Jinghong and suddenly swung the magic knife in his hand.

A strike as fast as light cut off the scepter in Jinghong's hand in an instant.

At the same time, most of Jinghong's chest was cut open.

"puff!"

Jinghong fell backward heavily, and the scepter in his hand that was chopped into two pieces fell to the ground, no longer able to emit any brilliance.

"Grandpa Jinghong!"

Xu Wanjin was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly supported Jinghong who was about to fall, to avoid the second heavy injury he was about to suffer.

"Cough, cough."

A large amount of blood gushed out from Jinghong's mouth. The trauma caused by Gu's knife completely cut off Jinghong's way of life.

"Old guy, now you know why I don't need feelings?"

"Emotions will only become a burden to you, as what just happened."

Gu Meng smiled and looked at Jinghong who was lying on the ground, having difficulty breathing.

Xu Wanjin, who was desperately trying to heal Jinghong with his immortal energy, heard this and his fingertips trembled slightly. He raised his head and looked at Gu in disbelief.

"You, what did you say?"

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and a sense of foreboding suddenly emerged in his heart.

"What else could it be? I just saw that the old man was trying to protect you, and that knife was originally aimed at you."

"But the old man reacted very quickly and immediately wanted to protect you."

"It's just that this old man doesn't know that this kind of behavior plays into the master's plan. That knife was just a feint to attack you, but in fact it was just to seize the opportunity to kill the old man with one blow."

Before Gu could answer, the emperor's grandson took a step forward with a cold look on his face and said coldly to Xu Wanjin.

Gu Wenyan nodded slightly and glanced at the emperor and grandson with satisfaction.

"As expected of someone I value, it seems that you figured it out when I just made my move."

"But if you encountered such a situation, you would probably make the same choice as me."

"Instead of wasting time with this old thing, it's better to end the battle quickly."

Gu waved his hand and said to the emperor and grandson with a smile.

What responded to him was the emperor's grandson's respectfully lowered head.

"Wha, what?!"

After learning the truth, Xu Wanjin's eyes were filled with regret. He lowered his head and looked at the dying Jinghong, his eyes filled with tears.

The immortal energy in the palm was transported desperately into Jinghong's body.

Even though he knew that this kind of injury could not be recovered at all, Xu Wanjin still mechanically repeated the action of conveying immortal energy.

Although the injuries on his body could not be healed, Xu Wanjin's immortal energy transmission was not useless. At least Jinghong regained some mobility.

After feeling that he could move, Jinghong pressed Xu Wanjin's palm and forcibly stopped his movements.

"Grandpa Jinghong. It's all because of me!"

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be like this."

Xu Wanjin felt the gradually cold palms on his wrists and clenched his fists hard.

The nails dug into the flesh of the palms, and traces of blood flowed out from between the fingers.

"No, Wan Jin, this is what I am willing to do."

"Your life shouldn't end like this, I want you to..."

Jinghong's voice gradually weakened, and finally became like a mosquito.

Xu Wanjin wanted to hear Jinghong's last words clearly, so he quickly lowered his head and listened.

Gu, on the other hand, had no interest in watching this scene of family members parting anymore, and smiled contemptuously at Jinghong, who was dying.

Xuan Ji was ready to return to the door and inject the immortal and devil energy into it.

The emperor and grandson stared at Jinghong, who opened and closed his lips and said something in Xu Wanjin's ear.

Looking at the two people, a rune appeared on the fingertips of the emperor and grandson, and he held it tightly in his hand.

After staring for a long time, the emperor's grandson's eyes kept flickering.

Finally, he dispersed the runes in his palm.

After finishing his instructions, Jinghong finally slowly closed his eyes, and the last trace of breath that had remained slowly dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Grandpa Jinghong, don't worry, I will definitely fulfill your last wish!"

Gritting his teeth hard, Xu Wanjin stood up from the ground while muttering to himself.

Gently holding the broken scepter in Jinghong's hand, Xu Wanjin stared at Gu coldly.

"Why, did you recover from the grief of losing a loved one so quickly?"

"It's just as I thought. You people are just paying lip service to the so-called feelings of family."

Feeling the gaze from behind, Gu slowly turned around with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

"No, it is precisely because of my feelings for Grandpa Jinghong that I can face you, the devil!"

Xu Wanjin clenched the two scepters in his hands and looked at Gu with eyes filled with anger and murderous intent.

"Why, can you defeat me with just the two pieces of scrap metal in your hands?"

"You people! You are so ridiculous."