One person established a clan

Chapter 107: The whole room is in shock
"Are you serious?!"

Several figures were walking quickly along the palace corridors.

The man in the python robe at the head had a heavy expression on his face, veins throbbing on his forehead. "Did the emperor really only summon Feng Shan into the palace?!"

"Your Highness, it is absolutely true." The attendant bowed and replied, "Besides her, there were only two others accompanying her."

"absurd!"

The eldest prince shouted and waved his sleeves, causing the stone railings along the corridor to crack. "You old man are so foolish! You're still counting on that woman!"

"Your Highness, please be careful with your words!" The attendant hurriedly lowered his voice, "You must restrain yourself when you see the emperor later. Moreover, according to Master Di, the man next to Feng Sha has unfathomable cultivation, so don't mess with him casually."

"I know!" The eldest prince clenched his knuckles until they turned white, and murderous intent surged in his eyes.

In order to gain the supreme position, he exhausted all his efforts to establish connections with the Wuyi Sect.

How can we allow a princess born out of wedlock to lay claim to the throne?
"Junior brother, slow down."

With his sleeves suddenly stretched across his body, Di Junliang walked out from the darkness behind the corridor pillars.

The eldest prince paused and said, "Brother, what are you doing?"

"Your good royal brothers are not slow in arriving."

Di Junliang glanced meaningfully at the corner of the corridor.

As expected, several figures in brocade robes emerged from the moon-shaped gate at this moment.

The moment their eyes met, a cold murderous aura seemed to silently overflow.

"Third brother, please come and be fine."

The eldest prince suddenly smiled and said, "I heard that you have been in seclusion in Chang'an Mountain for several months. I wonder if you are getting used to it?"

"My royal brother is quite well-informed."

The Third Prince's eyes were icy, and he said sternly, "Instead of worrying about me, you should calculate how many days you can still sit on the throne of the Eastern Palace."

As the two men exchanged sharp words, Di Junliang leaned against the red railing, his eyes meeting the man with a sword outside the corridor across the crowd.

"It turns out to be the true disciple of Chang'an Mountain, Pei Wufeng."

He sneered contemptuously, "I didn't expect you to be sent here to stir up trouble in this secular world."

"Just following orders." The sword-carrying man's expression was calm. "But I can handle you all by myself."

"Just you?"

A strange vision suddenly appeared in Di Junliang's eyes, and overwhelming pressure poured out like a tide.

Pei Wufeng's sleeves did not move at all, he only took a half-foot step, but the sword intent around him was like a raging wave!

The two gusts of wind collided with each other with a loud bang, and the grass and trees within a hundred feet radius trembled. Spider-web cracks appeared on the blue bricks of the palace wall, and the onlookers held their breath and fell silent.

After a moment, the wind died down and the blue bricks under Di Junliang's feet had sunk into a half-inch groove, and his expression was slightly cold.

"No one has the true teachings of the sect, but he does have some skills."

Pei Wufeng raised his eyelids slightly, a sword light flickering in his dark pupils: "But if you want to compete with me, you are still not ready."

"Ah"

Di Junliang, however, forced a mocking smile: "Do you really think that no one in the deep palace can surpass your brilliance?"

"Except for the dying old emperor, there is indeed no one else."

Pei Wufeng's eyes swept around: "All forces have gathered in the palace, but judging from their auras, no one can compete with me head-on."

"So good."

Di Junliang's smile was slightly sinister: "When you meet that man, I wonder if you can still be so arrogant."

Pei Wufeng frowned slightly, but did not respond.

He has a clear mind for swordsmanship and a solid foundation, which is unmatched among his peers. Even if the cultivators he has met in recent days are unruly, they will all retreat when they are touched by his sword intent.

The verbal dispute at this moment is just a waste of time.

The most urgent task is to help the third prince sit firmly on the throne, and other matters are insignificant.

"Look, third brother, second brother and his men are not far away."

The eldest prince glanced at the figure in the distance and said with a half-smile, "It seems that the news of the imperial sister being summoned to the palace has really alarmed all of us."

The Third Prince flung his sleeves in anger and hurried to the inner court. He and the First Prince had the same idea: they both wanted to find out whether the old emperor had secretly entrusted the throne to Feng Sha.

"I shouldn't have held back. I should have gotten rid of Fengsha earlier."

The Third Prince clenched his fists, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "After this, we must cut the Gordian knot quickly to avoid future trouble!"

Boom——!
A thunderous roar erupted from deep within the nine-story palace, stirring up dust and fog everywhere.

Everyone in the corridor trembled violently and their faces changed drastically.

"What happened?!"

The Third Prince paused and looked around in panic: "Where did that sound come from——"

Before he could finish his words, he was strangled by an invisible force and stopped talking instantly.

I only felt a terrifying pressure as deep as the abyss sweeping across all directions, instantly covering the entire palace!

Everyone felt as if they were carrying a mountain on their shoulders, their feet were sinking suddenly, and even the spiritual energy around them was stuck in the mud.

"This, this is."

The two princes were pale and their attendants had all collapsed in their seats.

Pei Wufeng outside the corridor suddenly raised his head, stared at the direction of the hall, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

“It’s not right to be in the Danxuan realm. How could there be a Danxuan with such a terrifying aura?!”

"Haha, I told you there will be someone stronger than you."

Di Junliang forced a smile, but cold sweat had already soaked his temples.

If this aura is correct, it must be the mysterious man beside Feng Sha.

But although he knew that the man had extraordinary cultivation, he did not expect it to be so incredible!

"What kind of monster is that?"

A hundred feet away, Prince Guangxu, who was watching the fight between the princes on the pavilion, was also shocked and affected by the residual power.

He staggered and leaned against the pillar to look into the distance. He saw a huge shadow that disappeared in the sky above the hall, and a chill ran down his spine.

The figure beside him slowly exhaled, "As I expected, this man is so powerful that we cannot fight him head-on."

Prince Guangxu's shirt was soaked with cold sweat, and he secretly felt lucky.

I was so reckless at that time, I was probably walking through the gates of hell.
Zizizi!
Lightning flashed and splashed in the hall, causing loud explosions.

The silver flames rolled like a dragon, reflecting the silver light on the palace.

All the armored soldiers in the hall were blown away and knocked down by the wind and waves, their spears and halberds were scattered all over the ground, and they looked at the standing figure in horror.

"What kind of cultivation is this?!"

The courtiers' faces turned pale, their breathing became disordered and they almost fainted.

Only the old emperor on the Danchi stood still, but his old face was trembling repeatedly, and his cloudy eyes were filled with astonishment.

"—Don't panic."

Su Cheng gently held the soft hand in his palm, and the sound was like a clear spring.

Feng Sha covered his lips and held his breath, not realizing the terrifying pressure at all. His eyes suddenly filled with a soft golden light and he nodded with joy.

Su Cheng just raised his eyes and looked at the Dragon Throne: "Now, what?"

"Indeed, it's extraordinary."

The old emperor exhaled quietly, his tone unable to conceal his surprise: "Your cultivation is so profound, it's 30% better than I expected!"

He glanced at his trusted confidant lurking in the corner of the hall and grinned, "Which of my old friends still harbors objections?"

"."

At this moment, no one in the hall responded, only the sound of rapid breathing could be heard one after another.

The old emperor nodded in satisfaction and raised his hand to press: "Su boy, please hold your breath. There are many old bones here, but they can't withstand your intimidation."

"Okay." Su Cheng's breath suddenly subsided, and the surging silver flames around him dissipated in an instant.

The oppressive force that enveloped the palace receded like a tide, leaving only the mess and panic-stricken gazes throughout the hall. Everyone stared in stunned silence.

(End of this chapter)