"Bang!"
Someone pushed open the door to the private room, and a youth barged in.
A group of people followed behind this youth, all of them giving off an unconcealable sword intent. They should be from the same sect. Otherwise, their sword intent would not be so clear.
Zhang Ping complained endlessly as he stood at the side, not daring to stop them. You clearly come here once in a few hundred years. You did not pay a deposit and only said so. Why can't you give it to someone else?
However, Zhang Ping only dared to grumble about this in his heart, continuously apologizing on the surface.
Among the group of people, only an old man attracted the attention of Xiao Chen, Wu Meng, and the others.
This was because this person was the only 1-Vein Sovereign Emperor. The others were Sovereign Personages. Before becoming a Sovereign Emperor, no matter how heaven-defying one was, one would not be worth mentioning in their eyes, not even worth a second glance.
With this look, the group calmed down. They maintained their calm expressions as they looked at this group of people.
Only Xiao Chen entered deep thought when he saw the youth leading the group. This youth seemed somewhat familiar, but he could not recall where he had seen him before.
"Xiao Chen!"
That youth had an extraordinary aura, giving off a faint Dragon Qi of a dynasty. Clearly, he was a relative of the royal family, possessing the royal bloodline and showing a noble air.
"Boom!"
In that instant, that youth's aura erupted, ignoring the Misty Rain Pavilion's rule of not fighting.
He did not hold back at all when he erupted. That startling killing Qi spread out.
This instantly shattered the harmonious atmosphere of the Misty Rain Pavilion. The pipa music of the headliner Zi Yun, who was playing on the stage, stopped.
All the guests turned their curious gazes to this place.
Although the Misty Rain Pavilion was not the peak pleasure quarter of Yan City, its background was still terrifying. Even a regular prince would have to think twice before making a move here.
Sometimes, even if it was hard to avoid conflict, it would be due to bickering. Most of them did not dare to fight.
This was because everyone understood the rules.
Just like today, Xiao Chen had unleashed all of his aura without restraint. His killing intent was so cold that it was somewhat frightening.
How great was this grudge?
Such a strange matter caused many guests to cast their gazes over, wanting to see what was going on.
"No!"
However, just as that person soared into the sky and was about to attack Xiao Chen, the Sovereign Emperor old man in the group rushed forward in a panic and firmly restrained his young master.
"Elder Feng, let go. I want to kill him. I must kill him! I want to grind his bones to dust, I want him to die a horrible death! "
The finely-dressed young man was suppressed by his own clan's expert, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. His eyes were bloodshot, and he fell into a frenzy.
However, Elder Feng grumbled inwardly. He even wanted to curse out loud. Who could you possibly kill? The table across from him seemed unremarkable. However, most of the people at the table were Sovereign Emperors. This was especially so for the white-clad person in the middle. With just one glance, Senior Feng felt extreme fear in his heart.
Wu Meng and the others showed indifferent expressions as they watched this scene. Their expressions did not change at all.
Xiao Chen raised his wine cup and discovered that it was already empty. Before he could do anything, Bao`er, who was at the side, smiled gently and obediently filled Xiao Chen's cup.
After the wine entered his mouth, Xiao Chen slowly put down his cup. Then, he looked at the newcomer with some misgivings. "I seem to recognize you, but I can't recall who you are."
"I am Monarch Yu, Monarch Yu Wang Ling. Elder Feng, let go of me. Let me kill him."
When the newcomer heard that Xiao Chen did not even remember his name, he could not help roaring angrily, feeling greatly humiliated.
The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward. Monarch Yu was enraged, but Elder Feng firmly held him down.
His fellow disciples looked at each other in dismay, not knowing what to do.
"Monarch Yu. I recognize him. His father is the current Duke Yun!"
"Strange. Why is the old man beside him holding him down, not letting him make a move?"
"Isn't that simple? He must have broken the brothel's rules."
"That might not be the case. The way I see it, the strangeness of this matter probably stems from that white-clad person. This person is clearly not simple. "
"This is also strange. To think that this person does not even know Monarch Yu. However, when Monarch Yu saw him, he seemed to go crazy."
The strange scene in the private room confused everyone. They could not figure out what was going on.
"Monarch Yu?"
Xiao Chen revealed a doubtful expression. He asked sullenly, "Which Monarch Yu? I do not know any Monarch Yu."
"Damn it! Xiao Chen, do you think that you can escape death by pretending to be crazy? Back then, when we parted at the Soaring Dragon Marquis's Residence, I swore that if I did not kill you in this life, I would not be human. I did everything I could, but I could not find you. To think that you actually delivered yourself to me. Elder Feng, let go of me. If you still do not let go of me, I will get my father to kill you when I return. "
Monarch Yu Wang Ling glared at Xiao Chen. If looks could kill, Xiao Chen would have died hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of times already.
Elder Feng did not seem to hear what Wang Ling said. He smiled softly and said, "This young master, my clan's young master is speaking nonsense. Sorry for making a fool of himself. Since you do not know him, we will leave first. Goodbye, goodbye. "
Seeing that Xiao Chen could not remember who he was, Elder Feng felt lucky and wanted to quickly leave with Monarch Yu.
Xiao Chen toyed with the wine cup in his hand, entering deep thought. Then, he said sullenly, "Wait a moment. I remember who he is."
Monarch Yu … this was a grudge from many years ago. Back when Xiao Chen first entered the Central Great Realm, Lan Luo's father, the Soaring Dragon Marquis, invited someone to compete with him in archery on the battlefield.
Xiao Chen shot three arrows in a row, defeating the other party with every arrow.
However, the other party refused to give up and took out his Secret Treasure. In the end, Xiao Chen shot an arrow with the God Shadow Bow, defeating the other party again.
In the end, Monarch Yu continued to act shamelessly, wanting to use Sword Techniques to kill Xiao Chen. After being defeated, Monarch Yu tried to gang up on Xiao Chen.
Such a person looked elegant on the surface. Furthermore, he was a member of the royal family, acting all pretentious. However, after peeling off that layer of hypocrisy, he was even more loathsome than a hoodlum. He did not know himself and was as difficult to deal with as a mad dog.
No wonder Xiao Chen could not remember him. Almost eight years had passed. How could Xiao Chen spend any effort to remember someone who was not even comparable to trash?
If not for Xiao Chen reminding him a few times, Xiao Chen would not have remembered.
At this moment, Elder Feng was somewhat frightened silly. He said embarrassedly, "Sir, my clan's young master is Duke Yun's son. He already has a noble title, and his name is already written in the royal clan's genealogy —"
Xiao Chen interrupted, "Let go of him."
Elder Feng felt that the situation was somewhat serious. Just as he was about to say something, Wu Meng, who was at the side, said, "I told you to let go. Did you hear me?"
However, Monarch Yu did not seem to notice anything. Rage and the hatred that he suppressed in his heart for eight years overwhelmed his mind. He shouted, "Elder Feng, don't boost my morale. Let go of me! Today, I want to see what gives him the confidence to dare to come to Yan City and send himself to death after not seeing him for eight years! "
Elder Feng ignored Monarch Yu's words. He looked at Xiao Chen and said, "Sorry, this old man cannot let go."
Elder Feng felt a trace of killing Qi. If he let go, Monarch Yu might die miserably on the spot.
This thought was somewhat exaggerated. Would there really be someone in the Misty Rain Pavilion who dared to kill Monarch Yu?
Furthermore, the person that Monarch Yu killed was Duke Yun's son. Although his bloodline was thin, it was still a bona fide royal clan bloodline. Monarch Yu was definitely a royal clan member.
However, for some reason, Elder Feng felt that if he let go, Monarch Yu would die immediately.
This kind of fearful instinct prevented him from letting go. Right now, he was waiting for the Misty Rain Pavilion's experts to show up.
Although the Misty Rain Pavilion was large, if something happened, experts would arrive within ten seconds.
However, to Elder Feng, these ten seconds felt like years. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and he felt incredibly nervous.
Xiao Chen looked around and fixed his gaze on Elder Feng. At this moment, their gazes met.
"Boom!"
Immediately, the strong Soul Energy of a 3-Vein Sovereign Emperor and the royal Blue Dragon bloodline landed on Elder Feng with terrifying pressure. Elder Feng wanted to hold on. However, under this immense pressure, he was like an ant trying to shake a tree, unable to do anything.
With just one look, Elder Feng lost.
When Monarch Yu felt that Elder Feng could no longer suppress him, he immediately roared and soared into the air, thrusting his sword at Xiao Chen.
"Whoosh!"
How terrifying was this sword strike? After eight years of sharpening a sword, even the dullest blade would become incredibly sharp.
For the past eight years, Monarch Yu could not forget the humiliation he experienced in the Soaring Dragon Residence every day and night. That was the greatest humiliation of his life. The immense pressure turned into motivation. He had been cultivating bitterly in the Divine Sword Pavilion for many years, waiting for this day.
Monarch Yu felt that this sword strike seemed to have surpassed his expectations. It seemed like he was about to break through the bottleneck of heaven-defying Sovereign Personage. After this sword strike, he would definitely succeed in condensing a Divine Seal.
Monarch Yu trembled in wild joy, feeling nervous and excited.
Indeed, Xiao Chen was his Demon Heart. After killing Xiao Chen, breaking through to Sovereign Emperor would be just a matter of time.
What a terrifying sword strike!
The killing intent and Dao contained in the sword sent a chill down the Misty Rain Pavilion's cultivators, who were far away.
"Bang!"
However, Monarch Yu, who had just leaped up and had yet to move, suddenly exploded.
That's right, he exploded.
Thousands of saber lights burst out of Monarch Yu's body, looking resplendent and dazzling. In the next moment, Monarch Yu's corpse did not remain, leaving only broken limbs and a pool of blood splattering the elegant room.
As for that terrifying sword strike, it had not fully bloomed yet. Instead, it fell silent, like a flower wilting.
"Someone killed someone!"
Someone killed someone in the Misty Rain Pavilion. Furthermore, it was Monarch Yu.
After a while, the entire Misty Rain Pavilion turned chaotic. Everyone startled awake, wondering what exactly happened.
The entire Misty Rain Pavilion descended into chaos. Some people were frightened out of their wits. They tried to leave in a fluster, knocking over many tables and chairs.
Someone exclaimed in disbelief.
The vast Misty Rain Pavilion immediately turned chaotic. There was no longer any of the calm and peaceful atmosphere of the misty rain.
The imperial capital Yan City had been peaceful for many years. Perhaps there were people dying every day in secret.
Perhaps the struggle for benefits had never stopped.
However, it had been several hundred years since anyone dared to kill someone in a brothel in broad daylight.
This was especially so when the person was someone with the royal bloodline.
Was the imperial capital going to change?
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