Published: February 26, 2025
“Ah... my hand!” Liu Wenhu let out a desperate scream, “Brother Lu, hurry and save me!”
“It’s not that I don’t want to save you, but I simply can’t get away!” The anxious and frustrated voice of Dao Ancestor Lu Jun echoed in the hall.
Suddenly, a blood light burst forth, illuminating the entire space. It was as if the atmosphere had thickened, filled with an overwhelming sense of danger.
The gold-armored guards exchanged nervous glances, their expressions grave as they instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons.
“Stand firm!” commanded the marquis of divine valor, his voice steady despite the chaos surrounding them.
All eyes turned towards the source of the blood light, where a figure emerged, shrouded in ominous energy. The air crackled with tension as the crowd held their breath.
“Who dares to cause trouble in the Imperial Palace?” The figure’s voice was cold and threatening.
“I... I am Liu Wenhu, the great offering!” Liu Wenhu stammered, trying to maintain a sense of authority despite his fear.
“Your title means nothing here,” the figure replied, his tone dripping with disdain. “Prepare to face the consequences of your arrogance.”
The atmosphere grew heavier as the figure advanced, each step resonating with a dreadful power.
“Lu Jun, you must do something!” Liu Wenhu pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice.
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that,” Dao Ancestor Lu Jun replied, his heart heavy with the realization of the impending doom.
With a swift motion, the figure unleashed a sword aura that swept through the hall like a tempest, leaving destruction in its wake.
Screams filled the air as chaos erupted, with guards and nobles alike scrambling to escape the onslaught.
“Not one shall be spared!” the figure declared, his voice echoing ominously as he prepared for the final strike.
In that moment, hope seemed to vanish, swallowed by the overwhelming power of primordial chaos.
Tan Yun turned a deaf ear and sternly ordered, “Jin Ni, Mu Xin, Qing Ying, kill him!”
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—”
“Puchi, puchi!”
Eleven primordial chaos divine swords, including Jin Ni and Mu Xin, rushed towards Liu Wenhu, instantly turning him into a mangled mess.
“Zi Xi, leave Lu Jun Dao Ancestor to you, I’m going to slaughter the Imperial Palace and the Western Continent Ancestral City!” Tan Yun said.
“Alright.” Fang Zi Xi, while engaged in battle with Lu Jun Dao Ancestor, reminded, “Be careful.”
“Don’t worry, in the entire Imperial Palace, no one is my match.” Tan Yun’s arrogant words fell, and with a wave of his right arm, he unleashed a surge of ancestral power towards the palace doors.
“Boom!”
At the moment the palace doors swung open, Tan Yun kicked the silver divine spear that had fallen to the ground, the silver spear, carrying a surge of blood, pierced through Liu Wenhu's massive head and flew out of the palace doors, landing with a "bang" before the crowd.
“What is this...” Xiao Li frowned to himself, as the great offering from the Liu family beside him, with wide eyes, stared fixedly at the severed head and screamed, “This is our family head!”
“Damn it, who killed our family head!”
At this, the hundreds of thousands present were utterly stunned. In their minds, they couldn’t fathom who would dare to kill Liu Wenhu, knowing that Liu Wenhu's identity was anything but simple!
He was not only the head of the largest family in the Western Continent Ancestral Dynasty but also the biological father of Empress Liu!
“It was me!” A cold voice emerged from inside the Hall of the Supreme Emperor.
Everyone turned their gaze towards the sound, only to see a young man with white hair, injured all over, standing at a height of thirty-six thousand feet, holding the Seven-Colored Divine Spear as he stepped out of the hall.
“You… who are you?” The great offering of the Liu family looked at Tan Yun and, upon realizing he was only at the sixth level of Dao Emperor realm, his voice rose a few pitches.