Chapter 1381 - Intimidation (1/2)

Chapter 1381: Intimidation

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

There were twelve saints present in total, and they were all the descendants of the officials of Sacred Central Empire. They were the top-tier great beings of Mingjiang King.

There were some other saints who couldn’t make it back in time as they were too far from Sacred City.

“Is it really you, Ruochen? It’s been eight hundred years. Where were you for the past eight hundred years?”

Mingjiang King suddenly stood up, excited, and walked toward Zhang Ruochen.

Mingjiang King looked like a fifty-year-old, and he was around eight feet tall. He had broad shoulders and was wearing a silver-dragon crown and a silver robe. There was thick saint Qi and blood Qi inside his body as if a dragon were hibernating inside.

Mingjiang King’s forces became stronger and stronger as he walked toward Zhang Ruochen.

A king of saints. Royal Uncle Twelve has indeed become a saint king, Zhang Ruochen thought.

If it were another saint, or even a true saint, he would be intimidated by the saint might of a saint king. He would be scared, step back, bow or even kneel.

This was the difference between saints and saint kings.

Zhang Ruochen drew his Abyss Ancient Sword and stuck it in the ground. He released a great sword intent, tearing the saint might of the saint king apart.

“Uncle twelve, you’re a saint king who has refined for almost a thousand years, yet you still can’t control your saint might at ease?” Zhang Ruochen said coldly.

Zhang Ruochen wanted to treat Mingjiang King like family, yet he had tried to intimidate, or even suppress Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen then decided to show his forces as a crown prince after seeing that.

“How dare you talk to Lord Twelve like that!?”

An elder wearing saint armor scolded Zhang Ruochen.

That elder was called Yan Kaixuan and had become a true saint. He was known as ‘Kaixuan True Saint,’ and was one of the top three saints who served Mingjiang King.

Kaixuan True Saint stood up and said, “How dare you show your weapon in front of a saint king? Fortunately, there’s a chance that you’re the son of Emperor Ming, otherwise, you’d have been killed already.”

Zhang Ruochen shot a glance at Kaixuan True Saint and said, “What do you mean by ‘there’s a chance’? Are you questioning my ident.i.ty?”

“That’s right. I was questioning your ident.i.ty. Everyone knows his highness was killed in the coup eight hundred years ago, and many officials in the imperial government saw his body. Even if his highness managed to survive, he should be more than eight hundred years old instead of a child,” Kaixuan True Saint said bluntly.

Another being at the state of saint said, “You’re nothing but a prince from a small commandery at the border, yet you claim to be the crown prince of Sacred Central Empire. Do you think of us as fools?”

Granny Bai Su snorted and said, “Yan Kaixuan, w.a.n.g Ji, if your fathers were still alive, they would need to salute the crown prince, yet you dare talk to his highness like that? You aren’t getting away easily.”

Zhang Ruochen stopped Granny Bai Su from making attacks, and then he walked toward Kaixuan True Saint, took a look and said, “You’re practicing ‘Shenzhao Heavenly Technique,’ meaning you’re a descendant of the Yan family. Who’s Yan Xuanto to you?”

Kaixun True Saint was a bit shocked as Zhang Ruochen was able to tell the technique he was practicing with one look.

Kaixuan True Sant said with a straight face, “He’s my father.”

Whoos.h.!.+

Zhang Ruochen grabbed the handle of the Abyss Ancient Sword, and instantly, the flow of time in the palace became extremely slow.

Inscriptions of force emerged on the sword, making the blade over ten million pounds. He wielded the sword against the neck of Kaixuan True Saint.

Kaixuan True Saint would have never expected Zhang Ruochen to attack him.

He wasn’t fast enough to ward it off as he was trapped in the sword master domain and the time domain.

Crack!

Zhang Ruochen crushed the saint armor using his Abyss Ancient Sword, and he hit Kaixuan True Saint in his neck, breaking his collarbone, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

Boom!

The ground started to crack, as even the guarding formation of the underground couldn’t handle the strength.

Zhang Ruochen had only reached the third level of his time sword technique, so he could only maintain the time domain for an instant.

The flow of time returned to normal speed after that instant.