147: Chapter 147 Chen Heng Appears and Intercepts!

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Imperial Palace, Chengtian Gate.

The towering palace gate, under the moonlight, was like a giant beast waiting to devour someone, cold and solemn.

When Chen Zhiwen's figure appeared on the massive square in front of the palace gate, the palace experts who had long been prepared appeared all at once.

One powerful Aura after another soared into the sky.

Leading them was Yu Zhantian, a Late Stage Grandmaster.

As well as the Chief Internal Steward, that unfathomable Peak Grandmaster expert, the Chief Eunuch.

Behind them were dozens of Imperial Enshrined Experts, each one a powerhouse at or above the Innate Realm.

Such a lineup was enough to easily annihilate a second-rate Sect.

However, when they faced that figure walking alone, everyone's faces were filled with solemnity and wariness.

"Fifth Highness, please stop!" Yu Zhantian pressed his hand on the saber at his waist and shouted in a deep voice, his voice echoing across the empty square.

The Chief Eunuch's face, which always carried a gentle smile, had also become extremely serious now. He took a step forward, bowed to Chen Zhiwen, and said in his slightly shrill voice, "Your Highness, His Majesty has given an oral decree. Regarding the case of Consort Su, His Majesty is deeply pained and will certainly investigate to the end to give her justice. Please, Your Highness... return to your residence and wait quietly, do not make things difficult for His Majesty."

Their words were polite, yet carried an unquestionable tone.

This was the Imperial Palace, the power center of the Great Xuan Dynasty, with its own rules.

Even a prince could not act recklessly here.

Chen Zhiwen stopped in his tracks.

He looked up, his gaze passing over everyone, looking deep into the palace city, at that Golden Chimes Hall which symbolized supreme power.

His eyes were calm and indifferent, yet they seemed to contain a starry sky that was about to collapse.

"Justice?"

He softly uttered those two words. The voice wasn't loud, but everyone present heard it clearly.

"Your justice is too slow."

"I want my justice now!"

The moment his words fell, a pressure a hundred times more terrifying than when he faced the Chen Zhiheng brothers crashed down like the Heavenly River overflowing!

This time, there was no longer any restraint, no longer any holding back!

The majestic spiritual energy of a Middle Stage Qi Refining Great Grandmaster, the sky-shaking blood-qi of an Early Stage Body Refining Great Grandmaster, and the invisible Divine Thought of a Peak Soul Refining Grandmaster!

The three merged into one, turning into a "Domain" that belonged uniquely to Chen Zhiwen!

Within this "Domain," Sword Intent crisscrossed, lightning flashed, and the Aura of overbearing destruction filled every inch of space!

*Crack... crack...*

The hard Cyanite floor tiles on the square cracked inch by inch under this pressure, turning into powder!

Those dozens of Imperial Enshrined Experts didn't even have time to groan before they were crushed to their knees by this pressure. Their faces turned red, their bones made brittle sounds as they were overwhelmed, and their eyes were filled with endless fear.

They felt that what they were facing was not a person, but a Heavenly Dao that was about to destroy the world!

Yu Zhantian roared, his Late Stage Grandmaster Aura exploding fully, and golden Protective Aura surged from his body, trying to resist.

However, his Protective Aura, in the face of that terrifying "Domain," was like snow under the sun; it couldn't even last for a single breath before being instantly dissolved!

"Pfft!"

He sprayed a mouthful of fresh blood, and the precious saber in his hand let out a wail, being directly bent. He knelt on one knee, and the ground instantly collapsed into a deep pit.

Only the Chief Eunuch, this Peak Grandmaster powerhouse, had a layer of soft white light emerge on his body the moment the pressure descended, rippling like water waves, barely supporting him so he didn't kneel.

But his face was already as pale as paper, his legs were trembling violently, and for the first time, an emotion called "fear" appeared in those deep eyes.

Too strong!

This was not at all the Early Stage of a Great Grandmaster, not even the Middle Stage!

This pressure, this control over power, was already infinitely close to... that legendary Realm!

He finally understood why two Great Grandmasters would fall by his hand.

This wasn't a fight; this was a crushing defeat!

Chen Zhiwen's gaze fell on the Chief Eunuch, cold and heartless.

"You want to stop me too?"

Five simple words, yet they made the Chief Eunuch feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his Divine Soul seemingly frozen.

From those eyes, he saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood, saw the extinction of stars, saw a... god-demon who disregarded all living beings.

He had no doubt that if he dared to say "yes," in the next moment, his body and Soul would be extinguished, leaving not a trace in this world.

The so-called imperial rules, the so-called oral decree from His Majesty, all became a huge joke at this moment.

In the face of absolute power, everything was meaningless.

The Chief Eunuch's lips moved a few times, and finally, that spine which had been held straight slowly, slowly bent down.

He took a step to the side.

This step represented the retreat of imperial power.

This step represented the submission of rules.

With his retreat, Yu Zhantian and all those experts kneeling on the ground, as if receiving a pardon, struggled in fear to move to both sides.

A path leading deep into the palace gate was thus yielded.

Chen Zhiwen withdrew his gaze, as well as that pressure which was enough to crush mountains and rivers.

He set off again, walking calmly through the midst of those top experts of the Great Xuan Dynasty.

His black clothes fluttered slightly in the night wind.

His back was lonely and resolute.

Behind him were countless faces of awe, fear, and complexity.

Before him was that deep, dark place that imprisoned all his hatred...

The Heavenly Prison!

The road to the Heavenly Prison was a long path paved with Obsidian. The palace walls on both sides rose into the clouds, cutting the moonlight into fragmented pieces and casting mottled, grim shadows.

At the end of the long path was a massive bronze gate, carved with a ferocious Hell-Suppressing Divine Beast, exuding an eternal coldness and killing intent.

Every step taken was like stepping on the dust of history, echoing with a hollow sound.

This sound was like the silent wailing of countless Souls imprisoned here.

Chen Zhiwen's footsteps did not hesitate in the slightest. His shadow stretched long on the path, so lonely he seemed out of place with this world.

He was an unsheathed sword, a bolt of lightning breaking through the night. His Dao was to move forward and cut down all obstacles.

Just as he was less than a hundred zhang from the bronze gate, the space ahead suddenly rippled, like a stone being thrown into a calm lake.

A figure emerged silently.

It was an old man dressed in a gray cloth robe, with white hair and beard, and an ancient face, like a rock that had weathered through eternal wind and frost.

He stood there, clearly without any startling Aura being released, yet he gave off the illusion of being integrated with this world, this palace, and even the Luck of the entire Great Xuan Dynasty.

He was not an obstacle, because he himself was a part of this palace, the protector of the Great Xuan Dragon Vein.

The Old Ancestor of the Great Xuan Dynasty, Chen Heng.