475: How did I provoke you?

All of this, though long to tell, happened in a fleeting moment. Before anyone could react, the overwhelming bloody light already illuminated the heavens and earth.

"Stop!!"

Dozens of people flew from various parts of the imperial palace; some remained silent, focused only on attacking, while others cried out in alarm, attempting to stop him. Xu Sanyan, however, ignored them all, intent on controlling the bloody glow to infiltrate the Nation-Protecting Jade Seal.

Among these dozens of individuals, the lowest cultivation was Soul Refinement Perfection, and there were five or six in the He Dao Realm, including even two Cultivators at He Dao Perfection.

At this moment, Qian Emperor no longer cared for his imperial dignity or demeanor. He flashed onto the main hall, his eyes practically spitting fire as he gazed at Xu Sanyan, who was bathed in the enchanting light, grinding his teeth audibly.

Yet, even in his fury, he had no intention of attacking. A Saint does not venture into dangerous places or perilous paths. Qian Emperor was very mindful of his personal safety.

Xu Sanyan looked at the people attacking from all sides, his expression disdainful, his eyes filled with arrogance, "Come on, let's see if I'm afraid!"

He had never been afraid of combat, and sometimes, his retreats were merely strategic withdrawals, a result of comprehensive consideration.

"Boom~"

A surging crimson storm erupted from around his body, instantly tearing the black and blue straight robe he wore. His bare body was clearly muscled and aesthetically pleasing.

He was used to his clothes tearing in every battle; being bare-assed felt more comfortable, without any sense of restraint.

"Villain, die!"

A sharp Sword Qi flickered in from the side, a massive palm print struck down from in front, and a green light pierced from behind. He was completely enveloped from all directions, leaving Xu Sanyan no room to dodge.

But he had no intention of dodging!

The Qi Sea within his body surged wildly, and surging magical power swirled around him, forming a sharp vortex. The Heavenly Dao Imprint behind him suddenly blazed, its overflowing light seeming to solidify, making it almost impossible for everyone to open their eyes, and also protecting Xu Sanyan completely.

"Boom!!"

Countless attacks landed on him, exploding like thunder. Qi waves surged wildly, the red clouds in the sky dissipated, startled birds flew in the distance, the pavilions beneath their feet collapsed, and even the Golden Luan Hall trembled violently.

Qian Emperor looked at the devastated imperial palace, his shock immeasurable.

What kind of power is this!?

"Hahahahaha…"

Wild laughter echoed through the heavens and earth. Before the airflow could stabilize, dozens of attacks suddenly flew out from within the crimson halo. These were precisely the techniques used by the crowd earlier, now returned exactly as they were!

"Ah!"

Some were injured due to carelessness, but most managed to barely block the attacks, yet their hearts were still shaken. The returned attacks felt even more powerful than before!

Meanwhile, the wildly spinning Nation-Protecting Jade Seal was now half-stained red, and the golden Dragon phantom enveloped in the light screen appeared listless.

From a distance, Prime Minister Yuan Zongtong, Prime Minister, observing the battle, was the first to regain his composure and anxiously shouted to Qian Emperor, "Your Majesty, quickly activate the Formation!"

Qian Emperor instantly snapped back to reality. Yes, he still had the Great Formation!

This Great Formation, since its completion, had never been fully activated. It had always served as a passive defensive measure to protect the imperial palace, but in fact, it also possessed offensive capabilities!

The airflow around Xu Sanyan calmed, revealing a pair of demonic blood-red eyes that dominated his pupils. Thousands of strands of hair wildly drifted in the wind, like a Demonic Lord descended upon the world, his savage demeanor unparalleled.

Thousands of Cultivators in the imperial palace, yet not a single one dared to make a move!

This scene fell into the eyes of countless people in the capital. Everyone put down what they were doing and stared unblinkingly at the location.

The commotion from the imperial palace was simply too great; it was hard not to pay attention.

Tang Huanhuan stood on the rooftop, gazing into the distance, unconsciously clutching the wine gourd in her hand. She had already recognized Xu Sanyan.

She was too familiar with that figure; she would never mistake him.

"Xu... San... Yan!"

Tang Huanhuan practically gritted her teeth as she spoke those three words. Her hatred for Xu Sanyan was no less than Qian Emperor's.

During the Gan Country Imperial Examination, she had exhausted all her resources to finally achieve some success, but Xu Sanyan had sacrificed five cities with blood, causing the imperial court to be enraged, which led to Qian Emperor's attention to the examination greatly diminishing, and the benefits she received were correspondingly reduced.

Now, after finally securing a position, Xu Sanyan came out to cause trouble again, and this time it was even more extreme. Looking at him, it seemed he wanted to destroy the country?

Was he cutting off her path to advancement from the root?

"Bang~"

Tang Huanhuan crushed the wine gourd in her hand and said viciously, "How did I provoke you?!"

On the long street, in the wine shop,

Fang Qingge clutched the wooden railing in front of him, his expression solemn, staring intently at that figure.

It's him!

Fang Qingge would never mistake him. In the Hundred Saints Secret Realm back then, the two of them had interacted quite a bit. He never expected to see him here today, and in such a manner.

"Xu Sanyan!"

He was too familiar with this figure.

Fang Qingge was familiar, but there was someone even more familiar than him.

Yang Qiyuan's expression showed a momentary excitement, her eyes filled with joy and doubt.

The joy was because she recognized this Xu Sanyan as her husband, whose whereabouts were unknown.

The doubt was because her husband seemed different from before, giving her a strong sense of unfamiliarity that made her hesitate to acknowledge him.

And Mo Qianqian stood beside Yang Qiyuan, looking expressionlessly into the distance, her thoughts unreadable.

Yang Qiyuan did not know that Mo Qianqian, hailed as the most beautiful woman under heaven, was also her 'sister' by different fathers and mothers, similar to Tang Huanhuan.

Actually, Yang Qiyuan had only been in Central Province for too short a time. If she had stayed longer, she might have met even more sisters.

And Huan Xier stood beside Mo Qianqian, glancing at his wife beside him, then looking at the solitary figure in the distance, a complex feeling in his heart.

"He's too arrogant, daring to break into the imperial palace alone. No matter what, he's surely doomed today." Fang Qingge spoke softly, his tone filled with deep regret, yet also a hint of schadenfreude.

The feeling of being constantly suppressed by someone was not pleasant. Fang Qingge had only truly understood this since Xu Sanyan's sudden rise.

On the other side,

Lin Fan had been traveling since he descended the mountain and finally arrived in the capital today. Before he could catch his breath, he saw something happening in the imperial palace. Looking closely, he vaguely saw a figure in mid-air, enveloped in a mix of gold and red.

"This is... Saint?"

Lin Fan murmured in disbelief, how could he encounter him everywhere he went?

What was he going to do now? Was he going to sacrifice the capital with blood?

Perhaps out of guilt for the incident in Qian Province, Lin Fan secretly vowed in his heart that no matter what, he would stop him today. He absolutely could not let him harm the world again.

Even if it meant his own death, he would not hesitate!

When Lin Fan arrived at the imperial palace with the idea of sacrificing himself for justice, he realized he had overthought things. Once the imperial palace's Formation was activated, he couldn't even get in, let alone stop anything. He could only watch helplessly as the Great Formation unleashed ten thousand golden lights, like a torrent of Sword Qi, piercing towards Xu Sanyan.

Everyone who witnessed this scene simultaneously had one thought:

"He's certainly doomed!"

An attack of such power cannot be resisted by anyone less than a Saint!