Chapter 132

At a glance, their lineup was in no way inferior to that of the Tianzun Imperial Court.

If the Empress were to make a move, the probability of capturing Di Zhentian would be extremely low.

At this moment, Di Zhentian looked at the Empress, a glimmer of drooling desire flashing in his eyes.

What an enticing Empress; if he could obtain her in this life, even death would be worth it. He swallowed hard, then grinned cheerfully, "Why bother, Your Majesty? Just marry me, and we can all live in harmony, can't we?" The Empress's eyes were filled with coldness, "Do you even deserve it?" Di Zhentian narrowed his eyes, a flash of anger passing through his gaze.

However, he soon smiled again, "Your Majesty, please speak carefully; after all, your younger brother is still in my hands."

Upon hearing this, a sharp killing intent instantly flashed in the Empress's eyes, as if she wished to flay Di Zhentian a thousand times.

He spoke coldly, "You are only worthy of threatening me with my brother. Like a rat in a foul gutter, you are despicable, filthy, and disgusting."

Di Zhentian still grinned, "I also love watching the Empress get angry." Hearing this, the Empress's chest heaved, clearly beyond anger. Yet, in the end, she held back, "How do you intend to compete?" Di Zhentian chuckled, "I will personally take the field for the first martial contest.

However, Your Majesty, does your Tianzun Imperial Court have any ninth-rank youth?

I do not ask for much; anyone under fifty years old will suffice. If you have a ninth-rank cultivator under fifty, send them out.

Of course, the condition is that you are excluded. You are the Empress and cannot participate." Upon hearing this, the Empress remained cold-faced, "My subordinates are full of talent; why would I need to participate personally?

On the contrary, your Immortal Empire actually requires you, Di Zhentian, to fight yourself. It seems your Immortal Empire truly has no one left." Di Zhentian sneered, "Your Majesty, victory cannot be won by mere words. Speak, who will you send out?"

As he spoke, his gaze swept over all the powerful figures beside the Empress.

There were ninth-rank cultivators, even stronger ones, but every single one was an ancient, withered old man.

The Empress thought for a moment, then looked at Bu Fengshuang.

At this moment, only Bu Fengshuang seemed the safest choice. She transmitted her voice to ask, "Are you confident?" Bu Fengshuang nodded, "No problem."

The Empress breathed a sigh of relief, then looked toward the Tianling Gathering Qi Tower, a glimmer of expectation in her eyes. In fact, she wished more than anything for Xu Chen to arrive, to stand up for her personally, protect her, and beat Di Zhentian into a pulp.

After all, any woman looks forward to the drama of a hero saving a beauty, and she was no exception.

But Xu Chen had not yet emerged from seclusion.

A trace of melancholy flashed in her eyes; in her past life, she had hurt Xu Chen far too much.

Even if Xu Chen did emerge, he might not help her after all.

Thinking of this, she let out a bitter smile. It didn't matter; as long as she could help Xu Chen, she would be content.

As for anything more, how could she dare to dream?

The harm she caused Xu Chen in her past life must be repaid in full in this one.

Having decided, Bu Fengshuang was about to speak.

Unexpectedly, a faint voice drifted down from the vast sky above the square, "A ninth-rank imperial prince? Then I, Xu Chen, would like to have a taste."

Upon hearing these words, the Empress's heart trembled, and a surge of rapture filled her eyes.

He has emerged from seclusion?

"A Ninth-Rank Imperial Prince? Then I, Xu Chen, would like to test my skills against you."

The moment Xu Chen's voice appeared, everyone on the training ground was startled.

Immediately after, all heads turned upward to gaze intently.

There, where the voice had come from, stood a handsome young man.

He wore flowing white robes, his face was strikingly handsome, his hands clasped behind his back, exuding an air of wild freedom.

Beside him stood a peerless beauty, her face equally capable of toppling nations.

The young lady wore armor, held a spear, her brows furrowed in cold fury, radiating killing intent.

Di Zhentian and the others naturally did not recognize Xu Chen, but they knew Yin Suyun.

Seeing Yin Suyun, Di Zhentian narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "She actually didn't die."

As he spoke, Xu Chen and Yin Suyun walked upon the air, arriving before the crowd within a few breaths.

Xu Chen looked at Di Zhentian and asked, "Are you the despicable wretch who threatened the Empress?"

Having finished speaking, a hint of disdain appeared in Xu Chen's eyes.

Although he was also a villain, he had never done such things as kidnapping someone to force them into marriage.

Of course, he also had no desire to do such things.

Di Zhentian said coldly, "What kind of thing are you?"

Xu Chen smiled; for someone so arrogantly self-important, words were useless.

The simplest, most direct, and effective method was to defeat him with action.

Having spoken, Xu Chen saw no need for introductions; directly under the gaze of tens of thousands of soldiers and the geniuses and great powers of two dynasties, he walked toward the Empress.

Luo Shen's large eyes showed slight surprise, her beautiful eyes blinking; what did Xu Chen intend to do?

Usually, Xu Chen treated her with indifference; at this moment, she truly could not fathom his purpose.

Soon, Xu Chen arrived before the Empress.

Immediately, amidst the stunned gazes of the crowd, Xu Chen grabbed the Empress's slender, delicate waist and pulled her into his embrace.

Then, Xu Chen looked calmly at Di Zhentian: "The Empress is my, Xu Chen's, woman."

In that instant, the Empress instantly felt what sweetness was, what it meant to be cared for, and what happiness felt like.

The charming woman embraced Xu Chen in return, willingly lying in his arms, and obediently closed her eyes.

This moment was what she had most wanted to see.

"Boom!"

Seeing this scene, Di Zhentian flew into a rage; his Ninth-Rank aura surged wildly, and the space cracked violently.

Just as the entire training ground seemed on the verge of collapsing, someone beside Di Zhentian stopped him.

"Your Highness, as a Crown Prince, you must endure anything."

"Once you become the ruler of a nation, you will be able to do anything."

The great power of the Immortal Empire said, pressing down on Di Zhentian's shoulder.

Hearing this, Di Zhentian's trembling body, filled with rage, finally calmed down at this moment.

Yet, his face remained full of gloom.

Waves of intense and undisguised killing intent erupted wildly from his twitching eye corners.

It was clear just how furious he was at this moment.

Xu Chen looked at Di Zhentian and said disdainfully, "You cannot even endure; you are truly a waste."

Di Zhentian looked at Xu Chen, a trace of chilling coldness appearing at the corner of his mouth: "I hope you can still speak like this when you enter the training ground."

Xu Chen said calmly, "What are the rules of the contest? I wouldn't want you to die, and then your side to feel aggrieved."

A Ninth-Rank great power spoke up: "Stop at the point of..."

Before the word "stop" was even finished, Di Zhentian coldly interrupted him: "As long as no one dies, it is fine."

Xu Chen smiled; indeed, the rules had been changed.

This suited his intentions; the purpose of his provocation had been achieved.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to beat up Di Zhentian so thoroughly later.

Xu Chen said, "If I beat you so badly you are near death, and you refuse to surrender, what should your Ninth-Rank great powers do to stop me?"

Di Zhentian sneered coldly: "I will not lose, and during the fight, no one may intervene; whoever intervenes loses immediately."

The great power of the Immortal Empire's face changed slightly: "Your Highness, if you do this, we cannot save you..."

Di Zhentian shouted coldly: "Silence! Do you think this Palace would lose?"

Those great powers gritted their teeth: "Your Highness possesses Ninth-Rank talent, a genius of heaven and earth; naturally, it is hard to lose, but one must fear the one in ten thousand..."

Di Zhentian's eyes turned gloomy: "Speak one more word, and I will kill you first. I said, no one may intervene later."

Xu Chen clapped his hands: "Tsk, what spirit! I hope you can abide by the rules you set." Di Zhentian said coldly: "I hope your cries for mercy later are not too loud." Xu Chen chuckled lightly: "Don't rush; first, let my little brother come out to fight you. If you can defeat my little brother, then we will talk."

Di Zhentian roared: "You dare look down on this Palace!"

Xu Chen shook his head: "No, no, no. He is also a rare genius of heaven and earth, with formidable strength."

Having spoken, Xu Chen looked at Ye Xuan: "Ye Xuan, you go first."

This move was, of course, to advance the plot; if Ye Xuan won, that would be good; if he didn't win, letting Ye Xuan take a beating would also be fine.

In any case, he could see Di Zhentian's trump cards; he would not lose out.

Ye Xuan's face immediately turned black: "Didn't you say you would go?" Xu Chen said: "If you are afraid of death, then forget it."

The corner of Ye Xuan's mouth twitched; damn it, under the gaze of tens of thousands, could he say he was afraid of death? Therefore, he roared: "Fine! Just arriving at the Tianzun Imperial Dynasty, I haven't done anything for the Empress yet. Today, I will fight first."

Having spoken, he took a deep breath and slowly drew the incomplete Emperor Sword from his hand.

— Author's Notes —

PS: Fifth update!!!.