Volume 1, Chapter 121: Third Prince, You're the National Preceptor?

"Ninth Rank Myriad Realms..." Lin Yu frowned, looking up at the Great Prince, then released his own prestige. 

The Great Prince's strength was far beyond Ninth Rank—what he showed was just the tip of the iceberg. 

Boom! 

Two强横无比 (extremely powerful) pressures collided, shaking the earth. Teetering buildings collapsed, and cracks spread hundreds of zhang across the ground. The storm from the pressure clash swept through half the border town, forcing even the demon-blooded warriors to stagger back over ten zhang to站稳 (steady themselves). 

"Impossible! The Third Prince was crippled! How can he block His Highness's prestige?" 

"Did he pretend to be crippled all these years?" 

"Even if he's not crippled, His Highness will kill him!" 

The Great Prince's generals stared in shock—Lin Yu had effortlessly blocked the terrifying pressure. Even the Great Prince looked at Lin Yu in disbelief: he could cultivate and was a Myriad Realms warrior. Though once a prodigy, Lin Yu had never matched the monsters of hidden sects. What机缘 (opportunities) had he found to advance so rapidly? 

"Hehe, no wonder Sun Linpu and others disappeared after visiting Great Zhou. You killed them, didn't you?" The Great Prince sneered, voice阴沉 (gloomy). 

"Correct. They tried to kill me, so I killed them. Simple." Lin Yu nodded coldly. "Lin Feng, you raise private armies, collude with demons, and create demon-blooded and demon-core warriors, turning people into half-demons. What do you want?" 

"What else? To make Great Han the ruler of the Divine Continent and me an eternal emperor. As for demons, I'm just using them." The Great Prince laughed wildly, unafraid to reveal his plans—he would not let Lin Yu leave Wuxia Pass alive. 

"You want to be an eternal emperor, ruler of the continent, and use demons? Why not sacrifice your own flesh to the demons? I guess you've slaughtered countless in the Northern Border to create these warriors! Lin Feng, you're just a selfish villain—you think you deserve to be emperor?" 

"Lin Yu, don't think being Myriad Realms makes you invincible. To me, you're just a stronger ant—easy to crush!" Anger flared in the Great Prince's eyes. Lin Yu's words刺痛 (stung) him: the Northern Border's bloodshed and the Southern Wasteland's 100,000 troops were "necessary sacrifices," but Lin Yu had torn off his mask, exposing his shamelessness. His hatred for Lin Yu peaked—he must die. 

Dark black flames rose from his body. He raised his right hand. "Sword, come!" 

A shriek split the air. The sword in his sword slave's arms unsheathed, a silver rainbow landing in his hand. Black flames from his body汇聚 (gathered) on the blade, like a ferocious black dragon breaking free. 

"Lin Yu, you bastard, die!" His handsome face contorted as he slashed, black flames forming a giant blade dozens of zhang long, swinging at Lin Yu and Su Miaozhen. The blade's terrifying might cracked the street before it landed, splitting the thousand-zhang road and igniting ruins within a hundred zhang into a sea of fire. 

Lin Yu sneered. Did the Great Prince think this could defeat him? He released a sword intent of fire, and flames from the ruins surged into it, strengthening the intent. 

Whoosh! 

The fiery intent shot at the black blade. A loud boom echoed as the intent sliced through the blade, wrapping the Great Prince in flames, turning him into a burning man. 

"Great Prince...!" His generals cried out in disbelief. 

"Sword intent of fire, you...!" Su Miaozhen gasped, eyes wide. "Third Prince, are you... Great Zhou's National Preceptor?" 

Lin Yu's fire intent matched the National Preceptor's. Since Lin Yu arrived as a hostage, the National Preceptor had defeated demons—too coincidental. The only answer: Lin Yu was the National Preceptor. 

Lin Yu nodded. "I dealt with some demons. The Mysterious Celestial Sect matter involved me, so I intervened. I didn't expect you to name me National Preceptor." 

Su Miaozhen shook her head苦笑 (bitterly). If the Zhou emperor knew his National Preceptor was a Han prince, he might go mad. 

"Hehe, Ninth Rank, National Preceptor. Little brother, who are you to judge me? As Great Zhou's National Preceptor, you're a traitor—no different from me, except you betrayed Zhou, and I use demons. I never thought you'd secretly reach Ninth Rank as an invincible sword cultivator.可惜 (Too bad) your opponent is me!" The Great Prince's voice rang out as the flames on him faded.