Volume 1, Chapter 133: Isn't Living Better?

"Abomination! Speak—what is your relationship with Prince Su?" 

The Han Emperor stared at Lin Yu with an iron-blue face, roaring angrily and repeatedly calling him an abomination. 

Lin Yu had just displayed such formidable strength, which should have delighted the Han Emperor. Yet his attitude toward Lin Yu was colder and more heartless than ever. He not only didn't treat Lin Yu as his bloodline continuation but even made it feel as if he viewed Lin Yu as an enemy. Perhaps that was why the stronger Lin Yu became, the uglier the emperor's expression grew. 

Lin Yu glanced at the Han Emperor and said indifferently, "What Prince Su? Didn't he pass away long ago?" 

When he fought the demonic cultivator, he had discovered that Prince Su had been turned into a corpse puppet. Out of respect for the prince's reputation, he didn't tell the truth. Though his words seemed evasive, they revealed everything. 

"You little abomination, don't spout nonsense! Prince Su was a Myriad Phenomena Realm expert—how could he have passed away?" 

The Han Emperor cried out in disbelief, his voice harsh. But the panic in his eyes betrayed his心虚 (guilt). 

"Your Majesty, if the Third Prince is indeed Prince Su, it's a blessing for the Great Han Dynasty! With the Third Prince here, our dynasty can ensure three hundred years of peace!" 

"Your Majesty, why not appoint the Third Prince as crown prince? When he inherits the throne, he will surely unify the Divine State and rule the world!" 

"The Third Prince is the perfect choice for crown prince. If Your Majesty soothes him and resolves the conflict, he will surely pledge loyalty!" 

Before the Han Emperor could finish, the civil and military officials behind him began to plead. Some urged him to make Lin Yu crown prince, while others suggested reconciling with him. Lin Yu's displayed strength had made the officials start taking sides. 

The Han Emperor's face darkened. He looked at the officials with displeasure, a hint of杀意 (killing intent) flashing in his eyes. 

"Have you finished your useless prattle?" 

Wu Jing snorted coldly. The Han officials had ignored him, which was a great humiliation. 

"Hmph! Isn't living better? Why seek death!" 

Wu Jing drew his sword and said gravely, "You've killed Chen Xuan and Zhou Chen in succession—crimes beyond forgiveness. Even if you hand over the Enlightenment Lamp, you can't escape death. I'll send you on your way now!" 

Then he杀气腾腾 (murderously) ordered the two green-robed warriors behind him, "Keep an eye on the Han royal family. Kill anyone who dares to save this little abomination!" 

"Yes, sir!" 

The last two green-robed warriors drew their weapons and looked menacingly at the Han Emperor and the others. Though they were no match for Lin Yu, suppressing the rest posed no problem. 

Wu Jing nodded in satisfaction, then pointed his sword at Lin Yu and sneered, "Come! Face your death!" 

As his words fell, blue ripples burst from his body, spreading outward. Silver thunderbolts flickered within the ripples, like hundreds of silver snakes slithering through the wave-like blue patterns. 

After channeling his spiritual power, Wu Jing stepped toward Lin Yu and swung his sword. The blue ripples surged, converging on the blade to form a blue edge as thin as paper, over ten feet tall, slashing straight at Lin Yu. Silver thunder凝聚 (condensed) on the edge like a mural, emitting bizarre lights. Before the blade arrived, its sharp sword intent howled and shattered the ground ahead. 

"This... This is Water Sword Intent and Thunder Sword Intent..." 

"Are warriors from Penglai Continent all this powerful? They can merge two sword intents?" 

"The Third Prince excels in Wind Sword Intent. I wonder if he can block this? Your Majesty, release the restriction on the Third Prince so his cultivation can crush this guy and kill him!" 

The Han officials all worried for Lin Yu, urging the Han Emperor to lift the Demon-Suppressing Array's restriction on Lin Yu and stop weakening his strength. But the Han Emperor only looked at Lin Yu with a阴沉 (gloomy) face, neither responding to the officials nor revealing his plans. 

Wu Jing smiled triumphantly after his strike. Today, he would show these Divine State "country bumpkins" the might of Penglai Continent warriors. Merging two different sword intents in one move was surely a peerless technique unheard of in the Divine State. With this strike, he would not only kill Lin Yu but also dominate the scene. 

"Hehe." 

Lin Yu shook his head and chuckled. The Windrider Sword hovering before him glowed with a dazzling crimson light, then shot toward the blue blade. The Fire Sword Intent converging on the Windrider Sword was extremely sharp. Like a rainbow, the flying sword slashed into the blue blade merging Water and Thunder Sword Intents, erupting in a thunderous crash. 

The blue blade halted abruptly, and everyone watched as the Windrider Sword broke it in half with unstoppable force. In an instant, the blue blade Wu Jing had slashed was completely split and vanished. 

Wu Jing's face changed drastically. He raised his sword, releasing blue sword lights imbued with Water Sword Intent to form a barrier before him. 

Boom! 

After breaking Wu Jing's confident strike, the Windrider Sword hacked into the blue barrier. Countless cracks appeared, and it collapsed entirely under Wu Jing's desperate gaze. 

Wu Jing looked at Lin Yu in disbelief. Lin Yu's aura was the same as his—Ninth Rank Myriad Phenomena. Why was he no match for Lin Yu? He had seen many sword cultivators, but none as powerful as Lin Yu. 

After shattering Wu Jing's blue barrier, the Windrider Sword turned into a crimson stream, circling around Wu Jing once before returning to Lin Yu's side before anyone could react. 

Ch嗤! (Shh!) 

Blood spurted from Wu Jing's limb joints. Then he collapsed to his knees before Lin Yu involuntarily. In the blink of an eye, the Windrider Sword had severed his tendons and crippled his cultivation. Now, Wu Jing was no longer a high and mighty Ninth Rank Myriad Phenomena warrior but a disabled cripple. 

"The Third Prince... He actually defeated that guy?" 

The Han officials gaped at Wu Jing kneeling on the ground, then at Lin Yu, hardly able to believe their eyes. Wu Jing's strike had merged Water and Thunder Sword Intents, fierce enough to kill them all, yet he had lost to Lin Yu. Was sword cultivation really that powerful? 

"Brother Wu! Brother Wu...!" 

The two green-robed warriors behind Wu Jing, who had been arrogantly guarding against anyone helping Lin Yu, now looked panicked—like ants on a hot pan, utterly at a loss. 

"Flee! Flee back and tell the family head what happened here!" 

Wu Jing lowered his head, bit off a silver ring on his finger with his teeth, and threw it to the two green-robed warriors.