At the Prince Regent's Residence, under a huge golden pagoda, Ye Futian was being suppressed.
Might of the Way kept coming down from the pagoda, blasting on his body. He sat on the ground as blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. Circles of dazzling light flowed down from the pagoda, making it difficult for him to straighten his back.
The Sword Will on his body kept flowing, but his eyes were still sharp, looking forward coldly.
There, many experts of Prince Regent's Mansion stood there.
The person at the very front was a dignified middle-aged man dressed in a golden robe. His eyes were filled with murderous intent as he stared coldly at Ye Futian.
The Prince Regent's son, Li, was also Li Xuan's father.
The person Ye Futian killed was his youngest son.
Although Li Xuan was a good-for-nothing and his talent in cultivation was far inferior to Li Xu's, he was still his son.
Moreover, from a certain perspective, Li Xuan's will was also his will, and was influenced by him.
But no one could have imagined that Li Xuan would die because of this.
The Seventh Swordsman, who had recently become the number one figure below Saint Plane, had killed Li Xuan, the grandson of the Prince Regent, in front of all the juniors of the royal family.
Ye Futian stretched out his hand, and suddenly a terrible might fell on the pagoda. He waved his hand, and there was a muffled rumble. Ye Futian felt the might of heaven falling on him. His body almost fell to the ground, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.
His lips curled into a sneer as he looked up coldly at Li.
The reason why he decided to kill Li Xuan was not just because Li Xuan wanted to kill him, so he acted on impulse.
There were two other reasons. One was to create a rift between Li Yao and the others, and the other was because of the Imperial Advisor's Residence. Since there was already a rift between the Imperial Advisor's Residence and the Imperial Advisor's Residence, he did not mind widening the rift. One day, it would be better if Emperor Li could abandon the Imperial Advisor, although doing so might cause some harm to the Imperial Advisor's Residence.
However, he did not wish for the day to come where he and the people from the Imperial Advisor's Residence would face each other.
With the status of the Imperial Advisor's Residence in the Dali Dynasty, even if the Dali Dynasty found out about his identity in the future, Emperor Li would not be able to touch the Imperial Advisor's Residence.
After all, the Imperial Advisor's Residence was also deceived by him and did not know about it. At most, there would be some cracks.
"You won't beg for mercy?" Li Li stared at Ye Futian and stretched out his palm again. There was another roar. The pagoda rotated and dazzling light fell. Ye Futian spat out blood again.
Although he would not kill Ye Futian, since the swordsman was so arrogant, he would crush his backbone. He wanted to see how a swordsman could cultivate swordsmanship when his sword was bent.
"You must know the truth of this matter. If I die or become disabled in the Prince Regent's Mansion, what do you think the National Advisor's Mansion will do? The Prince Regent's Residence killed the Imperial Advisor's disciple. How will His Majesty deal with it? "
"Then you killed the regent's grandson, how should we deal with him?" Li said.
"Your son is incompetent. He failed to kill me and was killed by me. You should reflect on whether you failed to teach your son well," Ye Futian continued. The people of Prince Regent's Residence stared at Ye Futian.
This sword cultivator was more than just impudent.
"Yan Yuan, a disciple of the Imperial Advisor, has come to visit the King's Mansion."
At this moment, a voice was heard. Although it wasn't loud, it resounded through the entire palace.
Everyone could hear it clearly.
"He came so fast," the people of Prince Regent's Residence whispered. They had not been back for long, and Yan Yuan had already arrived.
Before they could speak, they felt a vast divine might permeate, covering the sky and the earth. In an instant, it descended where Li Li was.
Obviously, Yan Yuan directly radiated his will to investigate the situation in the Prince Regent's Residence and to find Ye Futian.
Was this a visit?
It was absolutely rude to directly shroud the residence with spiritual will, but Yan Yuan did it directly.
Not only did he do it, but a vast divine might shrouded them. No one responded to whether Yan Yuan was allowed to enter the residence, but they saw three figures in the void step forward and come to this space in an instant.
The three people who came were Yan Yuan, Nan Zhai, and Mu Chunyang.
After they arrived, they glanced at Ye Futian, who was suppressed under the pagoda, and their expressions were a little cold.
Li Li and the others turned, and their eyes were cold as they stared at Yan Yuan and the other two.
Li Xu stepped forward, looked at Yan Yuan, and said coldly, "Isn't it a bit rude for Mr. First to break into my Prince Regent's Residence like this?"
Yan Yuan glanced at Li Xu and asked, "Were you there at the West Mountain?"
Li Xu frowned and said, "Yes."
Yan Yuan raised his hand, and in an instant, a suffocating pressure was born between heaven and earth. Under this pressure, everyone felt that they were about to stop breathing.
Then they saw Yan Yuan stretch out his hand and grab at Li Xu. This was an ordinary action, but no one reacted. A huge handprint appeared directly, imprisoning the space around Li Xu. He wanted to move, but found that he couldn't.
His cultivation was in the first realm of the Divine Path, the Realm of Proving Holiness.
Yan Yuan was in the third realm of the Divine Path, an unblemished saint. Even many people in Dali Imperial City thought that Yan Yuan was probably the strongest cultivator of this realm in Dali Dynasty.
This also meant that, in addition to the few Nirvana Saints in Dali Imperial City, Yan Yuan was already standing at the peak.
At this moment, Li Xu really felt what the might of the Great Path was. The handprint pressed down through the air and lifted him up. It was so fast that only a thought flashed in everyone's mind, and Li Xu was taken down.
"Yan Yuan." Li Li stepped forward, and an aura of an unblemished saint erupted. Suddenly, a terrible aura appeared around him and Yan Yuan, which made it difficult for people to breathe.
But Nan Zhai and Mu Chunyang took a few steps forward, one on the left and one on the right, and were not affected at all.
Mu Chunyang himself was also an unblemished saint, and Nan Zhai was at the peak of the Saint of True Self.
"Did you have a part in leading the candle dragon demon saint to my younger brother?" Yan Yuan's voice was calm, and Li Xu's body struggled wildly, but he could not break free. As a saint, he already stood at the top of the cultivation world, but at this moment, he was humiliated.
"It was just a coincidence," Li Xu responded.
"I heard that during the battle with the demon saint, you stood by and watched, and when my younger brother approached, you repelled him. Is this also a coincidence?" Yan Yuan asked again.
Li Xu's face was livid and he did not respond.
"I also heard that you are going to investigate?" Yan Yuan said, "Whether or not the candle dragon has anything to do with you, this alone is enough to prove that you want to kill my younger brother. What else do you need to investigate?"
At this time, people stepped in the void one after another, and they were all extremely powerful figures of the Prince Regent's Residence. Among the cultivators of Li Xu's generation, several were Saints of True Self, and one was an unblemished saint. The lineup was simply terrifying.
"Yan Yuan, you've gone too far," someone said.
"Little brother, how many times has the pagoda suppressed you?" Yan Yuan looked at Ye Futian below the pagoda and asked.
"Twenty-seven," Ye Futian responded.
Yan Yuan raised his hand, and suddenly the great palm print of the void fell down, turning into layers of overlapping shadows, no more, no less, exactly 27, and directly blasted on Li Xu's body.
"Puff …" A mouthful of blood was spat out, and Li Xu's body was suppressed from the void, causing the ground to crack, and countless bones and tendons were broken.
"Last time outside the Dali Academy, my younger brother and Li Xuan had some conflict, and Li Xuan promised with his life. Since he is dead, I believe that this matter was done by Li Xuan alone, and the others were impulsive. It has nothing to do with the Prince Regent's Residence, so I will not pursue the fault of others."
Yan Yuan stepped forward and walked in the direction of Ye Futian, saying, "I want to take him away."
Li Xu saw Yan Yuan coming forward, and he also stepped forward, with a monstrous momentum. His whole person was like an angry dragon, full of overbearing majesty.
The two of them walked towards each other, and the pressure of the momentum caused a gust of wind to rise around them. There was a dull sound in the void, as if it could explode at any time. The pressure was simply amazing.
As the two of them got closer, the momentum became stronger and stronger, and the others watched the scene quietly.
They all knew that both of them were actually suppressing their own momentum. Otherwise, if they really fought directly, the entire Prince Regent's Residence would be razed to the ground.
Finally, the two of them came together, and both simply stretched out their palms and slapped out toward each other.
The palm print of the two men fell together, and an overwhelming pressure swept through the world. The cultivators of the Prince Regent's Residence stepped out and stood in different positions. Terrible waves of air blew on them, making their clothes flutter, and they could not help but step back.
Cracks continued to appear on the ground, extending into the distance, and the ground under the feet of the two men cracked and shattered wildly.
Yan Yuan lifted his foot and continued to take a step forward, and an extremely bright light erupted from the palm of his hand, seeming to shatter everything in front of him.
"Bang." Li Xu's body flew backward, and his feet rubbed against the ground, causing a deep crack to appear on the ground.
"Are you really going to take him away from my residence by force?" Li Xu looked up at Yan Yuan. No wonder he was the chief disciple of the Imperial Advisor of Dali.
"The Ninth Highness invited you to go to the West Mountain to hunt, and we all agreed to let you go without accompanying him. Naturally, we have absolute trust in the disciples of the Dali Royal Family. However, what happened in the West Mountain is no longer rude. Someone crossed the line. I said that it was done by Li Xuan alone, and the others were impulsive. Let's stop here."
Yan Yuan looked at Li Xu and said, "I did not report to the Master, but came to take my brother back myself. If the Prince Regent's Residence really wants to stop me from taking him today, maybe it won't be me next time. If things get out of hand, are you sure you can afford to pay the price?"
Li Xu's face was extremely ugly. He naturally knew that the problem was that he did not kill Ye Futian, so the matter was exposed.
He knew that what Yan Yuan said was right. If things really got out of hand, the Imperial Advisor and the Prince Regent would fight, and Emperor Li would get involved. Who would look good?
The Prince Regent's Residence wanted to deal with the disciple of the Imperial Advisor of Dali. What would the people of the Dali Dynasty think?
What would His Majesty think?
"Let him take him away," came a majestic voice, and suddenly made everyone's heart tremble.
Li Xu looked up in one direction and clenched his fists. His son Li Xuan had died in vain!
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