118: Chapter 118: Your Majesty! It’s them! The two in the secret realm!

The remaining ten Dark Guards’ pupils constricted, and their steps unconsciously halted.

They had never seen such overbearing power; a Cultivator in the Middle Stage of the Cave Heaven Realm couldn't even withstand a single move against him!

"Useless! What are you afraid of! Go together!"

Qin Feng was both shocked and enraged, brandishing his short blade and personally charging forward, the poisoned blade gleaming green as it stabbed directly at Xiao Ruobai's back.

He refused to believe that with twelve people surrounding him, they couldn't take down a young Cultivator!

Xiao Ruobai heard the wind behind him and, at the moment he sidestepped to avoid the short blade, he flicked the Nine Heavens Dragon Soul Halberd backhand, and golden Battle Intent shot out like an arrow, precisely piercing the throat of a bow-wielding Dark Guard.

The Dark Guard grunted, his longbow falling to the ground, and his body slumped limply.

Almost at the same time, two more Dark Guards attacked from the left and right.

Xiao Ruobai lightly tapped his foot, his figure leaping up like a ghost, the halberd tip stabbing down fiercely, Battle Intent penetrating the skull of one Dark Guard, then he used the momentum to sweep horizontally, and the neck of another Dark Guard was instantly cut open, blood gushing out.

In just a few breaths, five Dark Guards had already died.

Xiao Ruobai's War God Body fully erupted, golden Battle Intent solidifying into a physical armor around him; he moved as if in an uninhabited land, each swing of the Nine Heavens Dragon Soul Halberd accompanied by a scream.

Either piercing hearts, severing limbs, or smashing heads, each strike was clean and decisive, without any hesitation.

Qin Feng watched with a pounding heart, the offensive of his short blade slowing down a few beats.

He discovered that Xiao Ruobai's Battle Intent seemed inexhaustible, and each strike precisely locked onto the Dark Guards' vital points, clearly indicating he was well-versed in combat; this was not a Cultivator, but a Shura who had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

"Stop him! Quickly stop him!"

Qin Feng roared, but the remaining Dark Guards had already lost their Battle Intent, only instinctively retreating in the face of Xiao Ruobai's charge.

One of them had just turned to flee when Xiao Ruobai flung a stream of Battle Intent, directly pinning him to the palace wall, his eyes wide with terror.

Fang Hanyu always stood by, Chaos Sword Qi circulating outside his sword sheath, forming an invisible barrier.

"Pfft!" The halberd tip descended, and the last Dark Guard also fell into a pool of blood.

In less than half an incense stick's time, all twelve Dark Guards had fallen in pools of blood, with only Qin Feng still "standing" in place.

His hands were severed at the wrists, the short blade already lying nearby, his knees were a bloody mess, and the pale bone fragments pierced through his flesh; he could only collapse on the ground, barely propping up his upper body with his remaining strength.

The spiritual power in his Dantian instantly became chaotic, then dissipated like a deflated ball—that place, which once held his Late Stage Cave Heaven Realm cultivation, was now a silent ruin.

The Nine Heavens Dragon Soul Halberd in Xiao Ruobai's hand was still dripping blood; although most of the golden Battle Intent had receded, a wisp still lingered at the halberd tip, emitting a cold light that made Qin Feng's Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

"Kill me, kill me..."

Qin Feng's voice was hoarse like a broken gong, blood constantly overflowing from the corners of his mouth, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

Xiao Ruobai looked up at the main hall, the killing intent in his eyes almost overflowing.

He gripped the Nine Heavens Dragon Soul Halberd tightly, its tip pointing towards the hall entrance, his voice carrying a determination that pierced the heart: "Great Yan Emperor, come out and die!"

Xiao Ruobai's furious roar exploded like thunder, the tip of the Nine Heavens Dragon Soul Halberd gleaming with a sharp golden light, pointing directly at the tightly closed doors of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The river of blood on the palace path was still slowly flowing, the corpses of the Imperial Guards piled up like mountains, the scent of blood in the air was so thick it was almost palpable, even the gilded tiles on the hall roof were stained red.

Just then, a "creak" echoed from the palace walls on both sides of the main hall, and two aged figures floated down like specters before the hall doors,light golden spiritual power swirling around them, clearly the pressure of the Heavenly Human Realm!

The old man on the left wore a dark golden brocade robe, his hair and beard white, yet his complexion was ruddy; he was Yan Hong, the Old Ancestor of the Great Yan Dynasty who had been hidden for many years.

The old man on the right wore a dark Daoist robe, clutching a peach wood sword in his hand; he was another Heavenly Human Realm Old Ancestor, Yan Lie.

Both of them were originally in seclusion deep within the Imperial Palace, but sensing the Battle Intent far exceeding the Cave Heaven Realm sweeping through the palace, they were forced to emerge from their seclusion. This power was abnormally overbearing, even causing the barrier of their seclusion to subtly tremble.

"You insolent brat! How dare you trespass into the palace to commit murder and slaughter the Imperial Guards? Do you truly think our Great Yan Dynasty Royal Family has no one capable?"

Yan Hong sternly questioned, the pressure of the Heavenly Human Realm spreading out like a deep abyss, attempting to suppress the opponent with absolute Realm. He had lived for nearly eight hundred years, seen countless Geniuses, yet no one had ever dared to be so presumptuous in the Great Yan Imperial Palace; the killing intent in his eyes almost solidified.

Xiao Ruobai, however, remained motionless, his golden Battle Intent spontaneously circulating around him, completely blocking the Heavenly Human Realm pressure outside his body.

That Battle Intent was condensed and unyielding, emitting a metallic cold light, imbued with a sharpness that made even Yan Hong's heart palpitate. This was by no means the Qi that an ordinary Cultivator could possess, nor did it resemble the aura that any known Physique or Cultivation Technique could evoke.

The doors of the main hall were suddenly pushed open, and the Great Yan Emperor, clad in a bright yellow Dragon robe, walked out with a livid expression.

The spiritual power of the Early Stage Heavenly Human Realm swirled around him; this cultivation, hidden for many years, was now fully revealed, clearly indicating his immense rage.

"Audacious rebels! Killing Our Imperial Guards, slaying Our Dark Guards, who exactly are you? How dare you act wildly in Our Imperial Palace!"

The Emperor sternly questioned, his gaze like knives sweeping over Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu, trying to find a weakness in them.

But the shadow beside him, upon seeing their faces and feeling that familiar Qi, his pupils instantly contracted to pinpricks.

His body uncontrollably trembled, his voice breaking with alarm: "Your... Your Majesty! It's them! It's those two mysterious individuals from the Secret Realm!"

These words exploded in the Emperor's ears like a clap of thunder; he instantly froze in place. Previously, he had regretted not being able to curry favor with these two powerful Secret Realm figures, even planning how to use their power to control Xuan Province.

But he never expected that the people he had yearned to cling to would come with blades, killing their way into the Imperial Palace, becoming assassins intent on taking his life!

"You... you are from the Secret Realm..."

The Emperor's voice suddenly changed pitch, the ruthlessness in his eyes replaced by shock, even the spiritual power around him became disordered.

Only one thought remained in his mind: Could it be that those rebellious sons provoked them in the Secret Realm? If only he had known, he should have smashed them against the wall back then!

At this moment, the shadow's gaze swept over the little black bird on Xiao Ruobai's shoulder, and his face instantly turned ashen, his heart frantically screaming: That fierce bird is here too!

He instinctively took half a step back, his hand on the hidden weapon at his waist, yet he didn't even have the courage to draw it. Facing such existences capable of annihilating two great demonic sects, any resistance felt like throwing an egg against a stone.

Xiao Ruobai looked at the Emperor's distraught appearance, a cold arc forming at the corner of his mouth, his tone laced with mockery: "What? Didn't Your Majesty want to curry favor with the 'mysterious individuals' from the Secret Realm? Now that we've met, why are you speechless instead?"

Four chapters!!!