With a loud roar, golden light passed by, and the Emperor Peng Kun also turned into nothingness.

Emperor Zun, died.

Of the twenty-four Seven Stars, twenty-three died.

The only one left is Peng Yun.

A lonely person stood between heaven and earth, with an unusually shabby figure.

Defeated, finally defeated.

He never expected that this would be the result.

He was not defeated by Shi Zhongtian, but by the Empress, a woman he had never set his sights on.

If possible, he really wanted to ask the empress face to face, why, why did she do this?

But now, it makes no sense at all.

Looking at the murderous Shi Zhongtian in front of him, Peng Yun's face was filled with calmness.

Gone, everything is gone. The myth of the Thirty-Three Domains that has been created with so much effort over the years will end at this moment.

Soon, the Peng dynasty will collapse, and in the near future, the world will forget that there was such a famous figure as him.

"Peng Yun, have you ever regretted your original choice?"

Shi Zhongtian was not in a hurry to take action against Peng Yun. At this time, he wanted to know whether Peng Yun regretted it.

Peng Yun raised his head and looked at him. At this moment, he had no regrets, only endless hatred.

But in the end, this trace of hatred disappeared.
Chapter completed!