17 Imperial Preceptor Lingluo (1/2)
Chapter 1529: Imperial Preceptor Lingluo
”Who were you referring to again?”
”I was referring to your future empress. She's my wife,” said Yi Yun very calmly. All the guards were completely flabbergasted, having never imagined that someone would dare say such words in front of their White Lunar Divine Empire's entrance to the hundred thousand pavilion palaces. Since Lin Xintong was about to ascend to the throne, her name was something only few extremely well-respected Imperial Preceptors or generals were qualified to speak, much less this man's crazy talk claiming that Lin Xintong was his wife.
The guards found no humor in the shocking words. To them, Lin Xintong was pure and forthright, a sanctified and lofty existence. How could anyone disparage her!?
”What audacity! What nonsense do you speak!?”
”Just those foolish words alone are enough for us to lock you up in our White Lunar Divine Empire's dungeons for good!” As the guards spoke, they instantly set up a battle formation, pointing the spears in their hands at Yi Yun's throat.
Upon seeing this scene, Yi Yun remained unperturbed. These guards were acting on their responsibility to protect Lin Xintong, so he had no plans of injuring them. He said, ”All you need to do is report the matter! Leave it to your empress to decide on the veracity of the matter.”
Upon thinking of Lin Xintong, Yi Yun looked up at the towering palace. A glint of anticipation flashed in his eyes. Having been separated from Lin Xintong for centuries, he hadn't had the opportunity to reunite with her despite wanting to the moment he arrived in the Sinkhole, due to his limited strength. Now, he was finally equipped to do so.
The guards exchanged looks. The man before them was speaking calmly and confidently. It implied that he was either sick of living or utterly insane.
At that moment, three figures who emanated powerful Yuan Qi suddenly appeared at the mountain entrance. Their clothes were embroidered with the emblem of the White Lunar Divine Empire.
”What happened?” a white-dressed male asked with a frown.
The coronation was about to happen, and no one in the White Lunar Divine Empire wished for any problems to arise and soil the occasion.
”Steward,” the guards immediately bowed and said with a reverent attitude. ”This mad man actually claims that… the newly-appointed empress is his wife. He insists we report the matter.”
”What?” The three men were astounded as they looked at Yi Yun as though he was a retard.
This man was not only crazy, he was insanely crazy!
”Stewards, should we report this?” asked a guard softly.
”Report? Do you want to anger our superiors?” said the white-dressed man coldly.
He looked at Yi Yun and sneered. ”There's no need to speak further with this crazy person. Take him down! Send him to the dungeons! For him to act out here in our White Lunar Divine Empire, I guess he's sick of living…”
But at that moment, the white-dressed man's expression changed.
He felt the scene before his very eyes turn to a blur as a terrifying might suddenly inundated him.
He mustered all his Yuan Qi immediately, but the force seemed to pierce through his Yuan Qi barrier before impacting his chest.
”Puah!”
The white-robed man flew back like a sandbag before crashing into the mountain gates.
He looked at Yi Yun, who remained motionless in his spot, in horror. This person's strength…
At that moment, the two other stewards raged, ”What audacity!”
”Don't…” The white-robed man attempted to stop them, but he was too late.
The two stewards attacked simultaneously as extremely sharp sword flashes cleaved down at Yi Yun.
The sword flashes were enough to instantly rip a warrior to shreds.
But against the spate of sword flashes, Yi Yun did not flinch. All he did was raise his hand and gently flick them, like he was swatting a fly.
”Courting death!” One of the stewards wore a cold expression. The sword flashes followed the laws of a sword array, allowing it infinite variations. Even a Sword Dao expert would find it difficult to parry such an attack. There had been many people like Yi Yun who were overconfident only to suffer terribly when facing his strike.
But the next moment saw the barrage of sword flashes distort under Yi Yun's palm. Following that, he slapped them in the faces, quite literally.
The steward still wore a sneer on his face when he felt the terrifying might strike his cheek. He acutely felt the distortion of his facial muscles as they tore, splattering blood out. He was sent involuntarily flying before crashing heavily into the ground.
In a blink of an eye, the white-robed steward had been smashed into the gates, while the two other stewards had faces as swollen as pigs as they lie on the ground.
Yi Yun did not really injure them seriously. All he did was let them suffer some physical pain. A warrior would be able to recover from that much in a day.
The guards were stunned. The three stewards were more than ten times stronger than they were, but in front of Yi Yun, they were no different from toddlers.