C42 (1/2)

Everyone was startled when they sensed that Han Yan's aura was getting stronger and stronger. The white clothed old man's expression changed slightly. He discovered that Han Yan was condensing her spiritual energy, preparing to use a powerful technique.

Seeing that everyone had stopped, Han Yan turned around and said, ”Your Majesty, if you don't move away, I don't mind killing one more person.” There were reasons for what he had done. If Wu Tian hadn't sent someone to take away Liu Houhan, he wouldn't have been knocked unconscious from his injuries and wouldn't have walked on this path. He didn't cultivate the immortal arts for longevity. He didn't cultivate them for status that was below ten thousand, but for revenge. The hatred in his heart and the hatred in his heart were all caused by Wu Tian. He was going to take Wu Tian's life today.

Seeing Han Yan walk over step by step, Zhu Wenyu gritted his teeth and said to the golden dragon above him: ”Kill him.”

The Eight-Clawed Golden Dragon roared towards the sky and spat out another mouthful of golden liquid at Han Yan.

This time, Han Yan was ready. Before the liquid flew over, her figure flashed and she easily dodged to the side. The liquid fell onto the ground, and the flowers and plants quickly melted, turning into a puddle of water in an instant. This liquid was the legendary dragon breath, and it had a strong corrosive power. If it were to land on a Qi Cultivation stage cultivator, although it wouldn't take their life, it would be very difficult to remove.

Han Yan looked at the dragon breath in surprise. A golden dragon condensed from spiritual energy could actually spit out a substantial amount of dragon breath. Although the corrosive power of the Dragon Breath was strong, its attack speed was not fast. It was unable to harm him in a short period of time. Seeing that the Eight-Clawed Golden Dragon was about to spit dragon breath again, Han Yan said coldly, ”If you only have this little ability, you won't be able to save your master at all.” An enormous amount of Spiritual Energy gathered on his arm as he suddenly raised his hand and waved it in front of him. All of a sudden, a strong gale began howling. A huge whirlwind appeared above Han Yan's head, spinning rapidly as it sucked in all the dead branches and fallen leaves around it.

The surrounding royal cultivators widened their eyes. The power contained within this spell was beyond their imagination. Everyone was sure, if Han used this spell to attack them, even if they didn't die, they would at least be heavily injured. The white-haired old man's figure flashed, appearing in front of Zhu Wen Yu, he said harshly: ”Han Yan, you want to rebel?”

Han Yan's eyes were ice-cold as she said, ”I don't want to rebel, I just want to kill a person. If the Emperor gives way, I will definitely not hurt a single hair on his head.”

Wu Tian's body trembled, he suddenly pulled on Zhu Wen Yu's clothes and pleaded: ”Your majesty, you cannot let me go, or else I'm dead. You promised me …”

The white-haired old man stared at Wu Tian and said to Zhu Wenyu: ”Your majesty, why don't you give him to that daoist for punishment?” He felt embarrassed for doing so, but there was no better solution for the situation in front of him. He could only hope that the ancestor could arrive soon. At the same time, he hoped that Han Yan wouldn't be too impulsive and kill the emperor without thinking of the consequences.

Zhu Wen Yu was also struggling in his heart. At this time, if he did not move, he would be dead without a doubt. If he let go, where would his face as an emperor be? He thought for a while, then said to Han Yan, ”Han Yan, don't be impulsive, you want Wu Tian's life, I'll give it to you.” As he spoke, he kicked Wu Tian away and gave up his position.

Seeing that Han Yan did not put away her magic technique, the white-haired old man sighed and stood beside Zhu Wenyu. She then looked at Han Yan warily.

Han Yan walked in front of Wu Tian, who was already kneeling on the ground in fright as she pleaded, ”Immortal, please forgive me! I know I was wrong, as long as you detain me and let me do whatever I want. ”

”I only want your life.” Han Yan's voice became colder and colder, looking at him as if he was looking at a dead man.

Wu Tian's face turned ashen upon hearing those words. He lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Han Yan wanted to raise her right hand and kill Wu Tian. Suddenly, the sound of breaking wind came from behind him, a dangerous signal spread throughout her body. Without even thinking about it, Han Yan suddenly turned around, and a whirlwind that was floating above her head suddenly flew out. Then, with a loud bang, the tornado instantly collapsed. An unimaginable force erupted from the tornado, instantly arriving in front of Han Yan.

Han Yan's body was sent flying by the impact force. She crashed into more than a dozen trees before stopping. After landing, he felt a sweet sensation in her throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. He wiped the blood from her mouth and raised her head to look at the place where the magic spell had collided.

At that moment, an old man was standing there. He was wearing a golden-coloured robe, and as the wind blew, his clothes were rolling about. He looked very old, his silver hair fluttering in the wind. The difference was that his back was straight, and his eyes were bright. They didn't match his age at all.

The white-haired elder quickly walked to the old man and clasped his hands, ”Ancestor.”

Zhu Wenyu no longer had the airs of an emperor as he quickly ran over and bowed: ”Ancestor.”

If someone who didn't know about love heard this, their eyes would definitely widen. The current emperor's ancestor was actually still alive. There was only one person in the Great Ming Empire that could be called a ancestor, and that was the founder of the empire, the first emperor, Zhu Yunhe. Counting the time, the Ming Empire had a history of over a thousand years. If the person in front of him was indeed him, then wouldn't he be over a thousand years old?