"She fled to avoid a marriage and stole a treasure..." Lin Yu wondered what treasure the Luoshui Qu Clan still coveted. Since his mother was said to be dead, where was the treasure? He turned to the Han Emperor, whose face was铁青 (livid). Wu Jing had insulted the Han imperial bloodline as "inferior"—a disgrace. If not for their莫测实力(Mysterious strength), the emperor would have had them killed.
"Chen Xuan, kill the wretch first, then we'll force out Qu Lingxian's whereabouts." Wu Jing laughed—killing the wretch, capturing Qu Lingxian, and recovering the treasure would complete three clan orders in one stroke.
"Yes!" Chen Xuan laughed wildly, advancing on Lin Yu. Each step thundered, the ground trembling. Cyan light surged from him into his blade, layer upon layer, as if hundreds of cyan blades coated it, making it seem invincible.
"Little wretch, die!" Chen Xuan slashed, cyan light blooming into a pair of sky-blocking wings. Hundreds of cyan lights, like feathers, formed razor-sharp wings that横扫 (swept) toward Lin Yu.
"Sixth Rank Myriad Realms... He's Sixth Rank Myriad Realms!"
"Even their subordinate is Sixth Rank—how strong is Wu Jing?"
"The Third Prince will die. Though we don't know why the emperor hates him, death may be a relief."
Han ministers gasped in horror. Penglai warriors were terrifying—even a lowly member of the Luoshui Qu Clan was formidable. The Han Emperor felt satisfaction: if Lin Yu died by Qu Clan hands, he wouldn't bear the stigma of killing his son.
Lin Yu shook his head, flicking a finger at Chen Xuan. A scarlet rainbow burst from his fingertip, the sword intent of fire surging toward the cyan wings. The狂暴 (raging) heat made the Han Emperor and others gasp; weaker ones staggered back—they couldn't even stand before Lin Yu's fire intent.
Boom! Lin Yu's Ninth Rank Myriad Realms fire intent easily shattered Chen Xuan's Sixth Rank attack. The scarlet rainbow pierced the wings, and flame ripples ignited the cyan lights, turning them into burning wings that fell. Before Chen Xuan could react, the scarlet light pierced his forehead, soaring into the sky to dissipate. Lin Yu's casual strike annihilated Chen Xuan's soul.
His body swayed, eyes dulling, a bloodstain appearing between his brows before he collapsed dead.
The Han Emperor stared in shock—he had hoped to kill Lin Yu through others, but Lin Yu had hidden such terrifying power that even a Sixth Rank Myriad Realms warrior couldn't survive a single strike.
"Sword intent of fire! The Third Prince mastered fire intent?"
"His crippled cultivation was a ruse! He must have trained in the imperial tombs all these years."
"A Sixth Rank expert killed with a casual strike—what's his real cultivation?"
Ministers were dumbfounded. Lin Yu had shown strength in court, but none expected this—only the mysterious Prince Su could rival him.
"Chen Xuan! You killed Chen Xuan..." Wu Jing's face changed. He had awaited Chen Xuan's victory, but instead, Chen Xuan lay dead. Everyone knew the Divine Continent's spiritual energy ebbed after demon invasions, leaving no powerhouses. Blocked by the Storm Sea, it would have been conquered otherwise. They, all at least Sixth Rank Myriad Realms, thought they could run rampant here, but Chen Xuan's death was a slap to the Qu Clan.
"Let's deal with this kid." Wu Jing eyed Lin Yu, a hidden excitement in his gaze. He landed opposite Lin Yu, ignoring the Han Emperor. How could Lin Yu, in the energy-scarce Divine Continent, have reached Myriad Realms at such a young age? The only explanation: Qu Lingxian had left him the treasure, enabling rapid cultivation.
Other cyan-robed warriors landed behind Wu Jing, ignoring Chen Xuan's body—proof of the coldness of noble clans.
"Little wretch, surrender the treasure and yield. I'll spare you for now and take you to Penglai for the clan to judge." Wu Jing smiled, confident Lin Yu would accept.
"What treasure?" Lin Yu frowned, first thinking of the God-Eating Cauldron. But he relaxed— the cauldron wasn't from his mother; he had found it in the imperial tombs, unrelated to the Luoshui Qu Clan.