91: Chapter 91: Pay attention! Spitting on the ground is wrong!

Qin Yu laughed.

He laughed very happily, very brightly.

That smile made Han Yueli and Lin Cangyue standing beside him shiver involuntarily.

Because the last time he smiled like this, the grass on Gu Changge's grave was almost ready to sprout.

"Interesting."

Qin Yu turned his head to look out the window of the imperial chariot.

The silhouette of the Great Yan Imperial Dynasty capital, drawing ever closer, made him feel as if he could smell a tempting scent of spicy strips.

"Someone not only wants to eat me."

"But also thinks the advantage is with them?"

Qin Yu picked up a cup of wine and toasted towards the Void Realm from afar:

"Little Dragon cub."

"Don't be in a rush."

"Daddy has brought the pot."

Meanwhile.

Above the imperial capital of the Great Yan Imperial Dynasty.

The air here was originally tranquil.

But today, the air tasted a bit pungent.

A thick smell of gunpowder, mixed with the suffocating feeling of an army pressing down on the border, forced the capital's defensive Formation to creak and groan.

On top of the city walls.

The newly ascended Great Yan Saint Emperor—Lin Jiuxiao.

He was wearing a wide dragon robe, and his palms were slick with sweat.

"What? What kind of monster is that?!"

Lin Jiuxiao's eyes widened, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

He saw the distant horizon.

The firmament looked like a piece of torn cloth, roughly ripped open by an invisible giant hand.

There were no auspicious clouds swirling about.

Nor was there any celestial music drifting by.

There was only a pure, unreasonable black torrent!

These were hundreds of Primordial Warships that looked like steel beasts.

On the hulls, massive flags with the character "Qin" danced wildly in the wind.

"Roar!!!"

Just then.

Nine earth-shaking dragon roars shattered the flowing clouds above the imperial capital.

Following that, nine giant dragons, thousands of feet long and covered in black-gold scales, pulled a luxurious imperial chariot that looked like a mobile palace.

They crushed the Void Realm as they arrived, swaggering and unbothered.

Saintly Aura filled the air!

Using nine Saint-realm Black Dragons to pull a carriage?

This was simply too extravagant!

Even separated by the city's defensive Formation, the commoners in the imperial capital were pressed to the ground by this pressure, not even daring to lift their heads.

This was the prestige of the Qin Family, an Imperial Dynasty clan.

This was the exclusive way of traveling for that Qin Family Divine Son who had just stepped Gu Changge to death and shook the world with his name.

The main theme was simply.

Arrogant!

"Your... Your Majesty."

The commander of the Imperial Guard standing beside him had chattering teeth:

"Are we still going to block them?"

Block?

Block my ass!

Lin Jiuxiao really wanted to curse.

What was he supposed to block with?

His own head?

But he couldn't retreat either.

Arrogant Dragon was watching from deep within the imperial palace.

If he couldn't even guard the gate, then his time as a Puppet emperor was over.

"Ahem!"

Lin Jiuxiao cleared his throat, forcing himself to gather some courage.

He mobilized the Dragon Qi of the entire city to bolster himself, and even secretly crushed an amulet.

Only then did he dare to take a step forward and shout at the sky:

"I am the Saint Emperor of the Great Yan Imperial Dynasty!"

"Who comes? Halt!"

Lin Jiuxiao's voice was amplified by the Formation, spreading for ten thousand miles.

If you ignored his still-trembling legs, it sounded quite imposing.

However.

The massive fleet in the sky didn't even show signs of slowing down.

They treated Lin Jiuxiao entirely like air.

Or perhaps, like a piece of dung blocking the road.

"Presumptuous! How dare you ignore this Emperor!"

Lin Jiuxiao was furious.

This was happening in front of all the commoners in the city.

Did he have no Face?

"Imperial Guard! Form up! Give me..."

"Pfft!!!"

Before Lin Jiuxiao could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a sudden, massive noise.

It wasn't thunder.

It was the black dragon on the far left pulling the imperial chariot.

It seemed to feel that the ant below was too noisy.

Or perhaps the temperature difference between the two realms was too great, and it had caught a cold right after Transmigration.

It impatiently lowered its head and sneezed in the direction of Lin Jiuxiao.

Whoosh—

Was that a sneeze?

That was clearly a Category 12 hurricane mixed with biological weapons!

A storm mixed with thunder and dragon breath descended from the sky.

It smashed directly onto the imperial capital's city walls.

Boom!

The earth shook and the mountains swayed.

On the city walls.

The tens of thousands of royal guards who had just been lined up in neat, murderous ranks were instantly blown into disarray.

Even Lin Jiuxiao, the Great Yan Saint Emperor, was sent stumbling by the shockwave.

The crown on his head even fell to the ground.

Pathetic!

Utterly pathetic!

Just a sneeze from a beast pulling the carriage had broken the Great Yan Imperial Dynasty's finest defense.

The whole city was deathly silent.

The commoners peeked through their fingers at this scene.

Their worldviews were shattered.

Was this the so-called...

Subduing people with force?

The imperial chariot finally stopped.

It didn't land directly.

Instead, it hovered a thousand feet above the imperial palace, looking down like it was watching ants.

"Tsk."

"Why didn't you hit the brakes when you parked?"

A lazy, slightly complaining voice drifted out from the imperial chariot.

Immediately after.

A fair, slender hand gently pulled back the priceless curtain.

Qin Yu rolled his neck and walked out.

He held a wine cup in his hand, his collar half-open, exuding a sense of relaxation as if he had just woken up.

Behind him, four stunning beauties followed.

One held a feather fan, another held a fruit platter.

Two others were straightening his clothes.

Was this someone here to fight a war?

This was clearly someone here to inspect the work of the Great Yan Imperial Dynasty!

"Pay attention next time."

Qin Yu patted the head of the black dragon that had just sneezed:

"Spitting everywhere is wrong."

"Although they really do look a bit of an eyesore, making one want to vomit."

"But you still have to be civilized, understand?"

"Roar..."

At these words, the Saint-realm Black Dragon actually rubbed against Qin Yu's palm like a puppy, looking aggrieved.

This scene.

Made Lin Jiuxiao so angry he nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Who the hell was he insulting?

"Qin Yu!"

Lin Jiuxiao, disheveled, pointed at the sky and roared:

"I am, after all, the ruler of a nation!"

"You humiliate this Emperor like this, is this the upbringing of the Qin Family?"

Qin Yu lowered his head.

His purple-gold eyes lingered on Lin Jiuxiao for 0.01 seconds.

Then he ignored him completely.

He turned to look at his new employee behind him:

"Hey, intern over there."

"It's your turn to work."

Lin Cangyue was hiding behind Han Yueli, and when she heard this, her delicate body trembled violently.

She looked at the familiar imperial city below.

She looked at those familiar ministers and commoners.

She swept her gaze over her former younger brother, Lin Jiuxiao.

She took a deep breath.

It was time.

From the moment she knelt at Qin Yu's feet.

Great Yan Princess Lin Cangyue had already died.

The one who survived.

Was the Divine Son's servant girl—Cangyue.

"Yes, Master."

Lin Cangyue walked out slowly and stood at the front of the imperial chariot.

She was wearing the plain white gauze dress that Han Yueli had carefully selected.

Although there were no flashy accessories.

That cold, noble temperament.

Yet carrying a hint of brokenness, instantly attracted everyone's gaze.

"That is... the Princess?!"

"My god! That is Princess Cangyue!"

"Her Highness the Princess is not dead!"

"But, why is she wearing clothes like that?"

"And she is standing behind that man?"

Inside the imperial capital, the discussion erupted like a tsunami.