The Son of Heaven turned and said to the Fisherman, "I'll handle the fight, you take the people and leave."
"No need."
The Fisherman's tone deepened considerably, "We have a way out."
"What way?"
The Son of Heaven understood his teammates' temperaments too well.
He directly retorted, "Since the enemy has chosen to make a move, they must be fully prepared. I'm already dead anyway, and I can't truly be resurrected. Let me help you tie them down."
This wasn't the first time the Son of Heaven had made such a decision.
He had done so many times in the past.
Even after death, he would still choose the same.
"..." The Fisherman.
"What?"
The Son of Heaven smiled, "Do you look down on me?"
The Fisherman also smiled, "I was overthinking. Fine, since you want to fight, I'll accompany you. This will be our last joint effort, brothers."
"Good."
His gaze shifted to Chen Fan beside him, "City Lord, care to join?"
"No."
Chen Fan chuckled, "You two go ahead. I won't be joining. I've fulfilled my promise. I'm returning to Sword City."
"Sword City?"
The Son of Heaven was puzzled, "What is Sword City?"
The Fisherman explained, "The City of Freedom. This kid is now the City Lord of the City of Freedom and has renamed it Sword City."
"Oh?"
The Son of Heaven raised an eyebrow, "So you're a City Lord, my apologies for my oversight."
"You're too kind," Chen Fan cupped his fists.
The Son of Heaven smiled faintly, "In that case, City Lord, please wait a moment. Once I've drawn their attention, you can make your move."
"Alright."
This was a good suggestion.
Creeaak.
The Son of Heaven pushed open the door.
"Boom."
The moment the door was opened, a deafening roar instantly split their eardrums.
There was a restriction on this room, which could effectively isolate sound.
They didn't know until they opened the door.
Now that it was open, the three of them could see how fierce the battle outside was.
"Hahaha."
That was the Overlord's laughter.
Defiant and arrogant.
"Break for me."
The ultimate of strength, fierce and peerless.
The Overlord stood in the air, surrounded by enemies.
And with just his fists, he suppressed all directions.
The Overlord truly lived up to his name.
The ultimate of strength, suppressing all directions with just his fists, preventing them from looking up.
Even among those who were surrounding him, there were those at the Half-Emperor realm.
Half-Emperors appeared like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
"Overlord's Fist."
The Overlord unleashed his peerless battle intent.
With one punch, the heavens and earth rained blood.
A Half-Emperor was smashed into dust by the Overlord's sheer force. His soul attempted to flee but was also shattered by a fist of power.
"Hahaha."
The Overlord laughed, bathed in the blood of a Half-Emperor.
At this moment, the Overlord was like a peerless demon king, slaughtering in all directions.
Without an Emperor, no one could withstand the Overlord's divine might.
On the other side, the Dream Monk's methods appeared much gentler.
There was no grand aura, only tranquility.
At this moment, the Dream Monk was meditating and chanting scriptures.
Yes... in the midst of battle, he was actually reciting sutras.
Around him were dozens of powerful figures at the Imperial Dao realm who were trying to kill him, but they were all frozen in mid-air.
The air was calm...
"Bang."
Only an occasional muffled sound could be heard.
A slight ripple appeared in the calm space, followed by a muffled thud.
As soon as the muffled sound occurred, a figure plummeted from the sky.
Silently, his soul annihilated.
The Dream Monk's technique could draw people into dreams to fight.
This was also the origin of his name.
...
This scene was witnessed by the three of them, Chen Fan.
A smile bloomed on the Son of Heaven's face, "To witness Brother Overlord's ultimate strength and Brother Dream's dream technique again, it's worth dying for."
The moment his smile appeared, the Son of Heaven had already taken to the air.
"Brother Overlord, Brother Dream, I'm here again! Fighting side-by-side with you again, hahahaha..."
The Son of Heaven soared, looking very happy.
He had been dead for a long time. To be able to fight alongside his brothers from the past again, this occasion was worth celebrating.
A rare smile appeared on the Overlord's icy face.
But the words that came out of his mouth were not pleasant: "To be surrounded and killed by a bunch of trash, Son of Heaven, I look down on you..."
The Son of Heaven paused, then gave a bitter smile, "Brother Overlord, your mouth... is still as punchable as ever."
"Hmph."
The Overlord snorted coldly.
Then he said, "Go help the Dream Monk. I don't need help here."
The Overlord's character, coupled with his temperament, had always been like this.
Even though he was panting and greatly exhausted, he was unwilling to show weakness in front of his former brothers.
The Son of Heaven smiled brightly, "Alright."
He was used to it.
From the day they met until now, the Overlord's personality had never changed.
As for the Dream Monk, he had long since entered a dream state.
"Kill."
The Son of Heaven made his move.
A long sword appeared from the void.
The sword was seven feet long, emitting golden light. The characters 'Son of Heaven' were engraved on its blade.
This was his personal sword, which had been waiting for its master in the void for over a hundred years.
"Old friend."
A trace of tenderness appeared in the Son of Heaven's eyes as he stroked the blade, "Today, we fight side-by-side again."
Clang.
The Son of Heaven Sword trembled, excited.
"Kill."
The Son of Heaven entered the fray.
With one sword strike, he unleashed a true dragon.
This was the Son of Heaven's Dao, manifesting an imperial dragon with the Son of Heaven Sword.
"Roar."
The true dragon roared, its sonic waves spreading and instantly shattering the physical bodies of several attackers.
Among the many powerful figures surrounding the Dream Monk, their souls had already been drawn into the dream world by him, leaving only their physical bodies.
"Bang bang bang."
Under the roar of the true dragon, those physical bodies fell like dumplings.
As their physical bodies disintegrated, a chain reaction occurred in their souls.
They wanted to wake up, but they couldn't.
Only at the moment of death could they barely escape from the dream.
The two of them, working together, were almost invincible.
The Dream Monk opened his eyes and looked at the Son of Heaven, a smile instantly appearing on his face, "I knew it was you."
This kind of fighting style was something only the Son of Heaven could pull off.
Others, like the Overlord or the Ninth Sword Cultivator, were all proud and would not resort to sneak attacks.
Only the Son of Heaven was accustomed to it.
"Heh."
The Son of Heaven's face bloomed with a smile, "Shall we team up for another round?"
"Good."
The Dream Monk nodded with a smile.
Chii.
The Fisherman strode through the air, "And me."
The four of them had known each other for a very long time.
Now that they met again, although times had changed, their bond had never wavered.
At this moment, only the Overlord's battlefield remained.
"City Lord..."
The Fisherman suddenly turned back, "We are grateful for your summoning. In the future, we will surely repay you handsomely."
He did not mention cooperation.
No one was foolish; they all saw that City Lord Chen was unwilling to get involved.
At least, not at this moment.
"Good."
Chen Fan nodded, and his body slowly dispersed.
Rules, mist.
As long as it was a rule within the river of rules, he could wield it.
Mist was also a rule, an avenue belonging to the demon race.
Not strong, but excellent for concealment.
He cast one last glance at the sky above Eastern City.
There, four figures stood in the air, their gazes directed towards the City Lord's residence.
"Boom."
Above the City Lord's mansion, thunderclouds quietly gathered, transforming into dark clouds.
A powerful aura began to emanate.
Battle intent rose to meet the heavens.
"Kill."
The next moment, the two sides clashed.