190: Chapter 190 Are you here to borrow my seed? So I can have a daughter?

The voice calling out "Revered Master Brother" was still echoing in his mind.

However, the reaction of the Imperial Dynasty's city-protecting array was faster than Lu Chen had anticipated; the sky above cracked open with hundreds of golden fissures.

From every fissure, a golden longblade of Law surged forth.

The blades were thirty feet long, condensed entirely from Imperial Dragon Qi, with patterns of Destruction Law flowing across their edges.

Hundreds of golden blades hovered in the Void Realm, their tips pointing in unison at Lu Chen's Flying Boat, densely packed and blotting out the sun.

The roar of the killing array echoed from the depths of the firmament, as the Spiritual Qi of the entire capital was siphoned into the formation.

Pedestrians on the streets looked up one after another, their faces filled with terror.

“Someone has violated the flight ban!”

“Is it a madman? This is the capital of the Wushuang Immortal Dynasty!”

The golden blades slashed down.

Hundreds of longblades of Law moved simultaneously, striking down from all directions toward the Flying Boat without delay.

Golden light sliced the sky into fragments, and the sound of the blades tearing through the Void Realm was so piercing it made one's teeth ache.

Lu Chen sat in his armchair and did not stand up.

His right arm held the little girl in his embrace, while his left hand rose from the armrest, index finger extended.

Great Desolation Heaven-Imprisoning Finger: One finger to imprison Heaven and Earth, two fingers to shatter mountains and rivers, three fingers to extinguish all living beings, four fingers to break the firmament, five fingers to move the universe.

Five fingers struck in succession.

There was no light on his fingertips, no fluctuations of Law, and not even any overflow of spiritual power.

But the moment his finger lightly tapped toward the firmament, the entire Void Realm came to a standstill.

It wasn't that time had stopped, but that space had been imprisoned.

Centering on the Flying Boat, the Void Realm for ten miles around was locked tight by an invisible force.

Those hundreds of golden longblades of Law were all frozen in mid-air; the closest tip was less than three feet from the Flying Boat, with golden light still flowing on the blades and killing intent still dancing on the edges.

But they could no longer move.

Lu Chen pressed down with a massive finger of spiritual power.

Crack.

Hundreds of golden blades shattered simultaneously, disintegrating inch by inch from tip to hilt, turning into a sky full of golden debris that drifted away.

The Imperial Dragon Qi was forcibly dispersed, merging into the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi until not a trace remained.

Countless Cultivators in the capital watching from below gasped in unison.

The full-force strike of the Imperial Dynasty's array had been crushed by a single finger.

Lu Chen withdrew his index finger and looked down at Little Shiyun in his arms.

The little girl’s nose wrinkled at the noise of the golden blades being shattered; she nuzzled her head against his chest, found a comfortable position, and tightened her small arms around his neck.

Lu Chen's Great Emperor Law Protective Aura formed a thin golden shield around her, isolating all sound, shockwaves, and killing intent.

The shield clung to her body, wrapping her seamlessly from her silver hair to the hem of her tattered palace dress.

The little girl's face was buried in the crook of his neck, her breathing even, her lips curved in a smile as she slept soundly.

Lu Chen used his thumb to wipe away a trace of drool from the tip of her nose, his movement so light that no one noticed.

Two sounds of breaking through the air shot toward them from the direction of the Imperial City.

They were extremely fast, carrying intense killing intent and the unique Law pressure of the Saint Realm.

Two figures appeared thirty feet in front of the Flying Boat, hovering in the Void Realm.

One on the left, one on the right.

Both wore black-gold heavy armor, with the Golden Dragon Emblem of the Wushuang Immortal Dynasty cast upon their shoulder plates.

Each held a Nine-foot Halberd, the shafts pitch black and the tips glinting with cold light.

Saint Realm Late Stage, both of them.

The one on the left had a resolute face with high cheekbones and an old scar extending from his temple to his jaw that split his face in two; his gaze was icy.

The one on the right was younger, but the murderous aura between his brows was even heavier; his lips were tightly pursed, and his halberd was held across his chest, its tip pointing at Lu Chen on the Flying Boat.

“Bold madman!”

The commander on the left was the first to roar, his Saint pressure pouring out, causing the air for a hundred feet around to solidify.

His voice, carrying the power of Law, exploded in the Void Realm.

“This is the capital of the Wushuang Immortal Dynasty! Everyone must enter the city on foot! Lower your Flying Boat and surrender immediately, or be executed on the spot!”

The commander on the right didn't waste words; he thrust his halberd forward, and the black spiritual light on its tip surged.

“You have three breaths of time.”

Lu Chen didn't even lift an eyelid.

His right hand moved from Little Shiyun's back to her head, his fingers sliding into her fluffy silver hair and gently stroking it twice.

The pads of his fingers traced small circles on the crown of her head, his movements languid to the extreme.

The little girl in his arms let out a comfortable "Mmm," nuzzled her face into his neck, and mumbled two words.

“Revered Master... Brother! (╯▽╰ ) Smells so good~~”

The corners of Lu Chen's mouth curved up from the cuteness.

Then, ignoring the little person in his arms, he spoke.

“Rules are set for the weak.”

His voice wasn't loud; one could even say it was quite soft.

But the moment these words left his mouth, the expressions of the two Saint commanders changed simultaneously.

Because of how arrogant the statement was.

“The fact they aren't allowed to fly doesn't mean this Emperor isn't allowed to fly.”

Lu Chen's eyes lifted, and he gave the two commanders a lazy glance.

Just that one glance.

The knees of the scarred commander on the left buckled, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead; he felt that this man's strength was unfathomable.

The young commander on the right wasn't faring much better.

But bound by duty, the two exchanged a look, gritted their teeth simultaneously, and activated all the Saint Law within their bodies, causing the spiritual light on their halberds to surge to the limit.

The scarred commander roared, “I don't care who you are! This is the Wushuang Immortal Dynasty!”

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because Lu Chen shifted Little Shiyun to his left arm and put his right hand behind his back.

He looked toward the deepest part of the capital.

Toward the tallest, most magnificent palace.

The place where the dragon veins converged, the core of the Imperial Dynasty's Luck.

Lu Chen took a deep breath.

“Yue Qingxuan! You little brat, you've certainly grown quite the ego! Just because you became the Empress, you won't let this Seat through the door anymore? I can't even fly? Do you still want your daughter or not?”

Transmission of the Great Emperor Law.

This shout wasn't an ordinary call; it utilized the unique Law power of a Great Emperor, branding the voice into every inch of space for hundreds of miles around.

The entire capital, from the imperial palace to the outer city, from the taverns to the marketplaces, from cultivation chambers to underground tunnels.

Every single person heard these words.

Clearly, without missing a single word.

The capital exploded into an uproar.

“He addressed the Empress by her name!”

“He called the Empress a little brat!”

“The Empress's daughter? Where did the Empress get a daughter from!”

Countless high-ranking officials emerged from their estates, Cultivators were startled out of their meditation, and commoners stood on the streets like wooden chickens.

In the ten thousand years since the Wushuang Immortal Dynasty was founded, no one had ever dared to call the current Emperor by name in the capital.

Much less call the current Empress a "little brat."

The faces of the two Saint commanders had already turned pale.

Not pale from fear, but pale from rage.

“You seek death!”

The scarred commander fully unleashed his Saint Law, and his halberd turned into a bolt of black lightning, piercing toward Lu Chen's face.

The young commander followed closely behind, their halberds striking together, intending to slay this madman who profaned the Empress.

The two Saint-level attacks arrived simultaneously.

Lu Chen didn't move.

Because there was no need for him to move.

Deep within the imperial palace.

An earth-shattering pressure erupted from the very core of the Imperial City; golden Dragon Qi soared into the sky, dyeing the entire firmament of the capital gold.

The moment the two commanders' attacks touched this pressure, they shattered instantly.

Their halberds broke, their Laws were destroyed, and the two were slapped down by this pressure until they were kneeling in the Void Realm.

Dragon roar.

A resonant dragon roar tore through the sky.

Golden light poured out from the imperial palace hall, spreading across the Void Realm and transforming into a straight road to heaven, extending all the way from the palace to the front of Lu Chen's Flying Boat.

At the end of the road, a figure stepped onto the golden light, crossing dozens of miles of the Void Realm in a single step.

Dominating gold-and-purple robes fluttered in the astral winds, embroidered with nine golden dragons that were lifelike and held their heads high.

The robes were cinched at the waist, creating a breathtaking curve, while the skirt flared out below, but with slits on both sides reaching mid-thigh; with every step, her long, fair legs flashed between the gold-and-purple fabric before retreating.

Her long golden hair was unbound, cascading from her head to her waist, shimmering in the golden light.

Her face was peerlessly beautiful, her brow carrying a heroic spirit that looked down upon the world.

Her phoenix eyes were slightly upturned, with golden Law light dancing in her pupils; her lips were full, pursed with three parts thin anger and seven parts scrutiny.

The aura of a Ninth Transformation Quasi-Emperor Peak was fully unleashed, and the pressure of the Heavenly Overlord Body poured out from her, making even the Void Realm submit and tremble beneath her feet.

The Peerless Empress—Yue Qingxuan.

She stopped nine feet in front of the Flying Boat, the hem of her gold-and-purple robes drifting in the wind.

Her phoenix eyes swept from Lu Chen's face to the silver-haired little girl in his arms; her pupils contracted, and then they were filled with jealousy.

Then, her gaze returned to Lu Chen's face.

Her phoenix eyes narrowed, and her red lips slowly curled into an arc.

Her voice was neither high nor low, yet it silenced the Void Realm for a hundred miles around.

“Lu Chen.”

She called his name.

She paused for a beat.

“Where did I get a daughter from?”

Her body beneath the gold-and-purple robes took a step forward, the light in her phoenix eyes burning bright.

“Are you here to give me your seed so I can give birth to a daughter?”