The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 407 - 252: Today, I, Lu Mingyuan, Confront the Holy Bright Palace and Ask Father Emperor to Accept Death

A storm was brewing in the Great Yan Capital City. At the site of the Great Yan Dragon Wall, Saber Qi surged into the sky.

However, to Lu Mingyuan’s surprise, Emperor Yong’an caught the Supreme Divine Weapon with his bare hands. The Yang Su in his palm vibrated with a low hum as the Saber Qi gradually dissipated, blocked by the overwhelming Dragon Qi.

The monarch, who had presided over the Imperial Court for more than sixty years, stared at Lu Mingyuan with a cryptic smile. His air was that of a lofty Celestial God looking down on the Mortal World with disdain. He spoke, his tone laced with mockery:

"Did you truly believe that after sixty years on the throne, my strength would be so pathetic?"

"I am the Emperor. Even if I am old and constrained by the Three Religions, my strength is not truly less than yours. Otherwise, how could I rule over all my subjects?"

Lu Mingyuan’s tone was calm. "Of course, I understand that. Which is why all of this is only just beginning."

"Did you truly think that no one knows what you have done, Father?"

Hearing this, Emperor Yong’an frowned slightly, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "What could you possibly know?"

Hardly anyone knew his secrets. Even those closest to him couldn’t have possibly discerned a single clue.

The only possibility was that when the Sixth Son went to the Border Pass, he had met the Great Nether Empress.

"Could it be... that Demoness told you something? In that case, I haven’t wronged you. You truly have colluded with her."

Emperor Yong’an’s eyes filled with killing intent.

’Since Lu Mingyuan has discovered my secret, there is all the more reason I cannot let him live.’

"Isn’t the one who colluded with the Demoness you, Father?" Lu Mingyuan demanded, his gaze searing.

"That day in the prison, how did the Demoness walk out of the Celestial Prison unscathed? Wasn’t it because you gave the secret order, Father, and the people of the Inner Court secretly helped her?"

"Silence!"

As if a raw nerve had been struck, Emperor Yong’an flew into an uncontrollable rage. With a grand sweep of his dragon-embroidered sleeve, a vast and boundless imperial pressure surged toward Lu Mingyuan.

However, Lu Mingyuan remained unmoved, his expression indifferent.

Destiny surged from his body like a flood. The total amount of Destiny carried by his "True Dragon Emperor" Fate Grid was not much less than Emperor Yong’an’s. He retaliated in kind.

A phantom figure of a man in an Emperor’s Robe, a Golden Dragon coiled around him, slowly rose into the air. A magnificent galaxy flowed within his palm, a perfect image of the cosmos.

The imperial aura of this True Dragon figure was incomparably pure. It collided with Emperor Yong’an’s, erupting in an unrivaled shockwave of energy!

BOOM!

The Great Yan Dragon Wall, which Emperor Yong’an had activated, rippled with a golden light, absorbing the terrifying impact and protecting the Imperial Palace from being reduced to rubble by their exchange.

The assembled officials watched the confrontation in disbelief, utterly shocked by Lu Mingyuan’s performance.

After the exchange, when the smoke and dust settled, Lu Mingyuan still stood in his original spot, completely unharmed.

Seeing this, Emperor Yong’an’s brow furrowed deeply.

"To break through to the Eleventh Realm in just a few years... I truly underestimated you. I never should have shown you compassion. Instead of leaving you in the Cold Palace, I should have exiled you to the Western Border to be devoured by the Demon Race."

’It seems I’ve underestimated Lu Mingyuan’s strength.’

’I thought that by activating the Great Yan Dragon Wall, he wouldn’t be able to escape. I thought I could easily capture him and suppress him with my own power.’

But now, it seemed that was not a wise choice. Lu Mingyuan’s strength is greater than I imagined.

Lu Mingyuan chuckled. "If you hadn’t been so intent on me leaving the palace, Father, perhaps I could have stayed in the Cold Palace and cultivated until I reached the Martial Saint realm. It wouldn’t have been too late to emerge then."

"Hmph! Are you provoking me?" Emperor Yong’an’s expression darkened.

’What does he think the Cold Palace is!’

Unless it was a matter of life and death, he would not draw upon Great Yan’s Fortune to fight an enemy, as doing so would damage the very foundation of the nation.

And so, Emperor Yong’an turned toward the Holy Bright Palace and bellowed:

"Dragon Guardian Pavilion! Great Yan Tributors! Where are you!"

As soon as his voice fell.

Four figures landed in unison upon the Great Yan Dragon Wall.

Lu Mingyuan took a quick glance and saw they were all familiar faces.

A tall, strikingly handsome man with delicate features and hair streaked with black and white appeared outside the Imperial Palace’s Array. He had long fingernails and carried a Guqin on his back.

Beside him was a small, stooped old man in a fisherman’s hat, who looked incredibly ancient.

The Piano Demon and the Fisherman.

Two of the Four Great Tributors of Great Yan.

In addition, there were two other extremely familiar figures, both Cultivators from the Inner Imperial Dragon Guard.

One was an imposing man wearing a Qilin Breastplate, shrouded in sixty-four layers of golden, sacred light. He held a Qilin Long Spear and looked like an unparalleled War God. This was Chi Ming Red, who had once been assigned to guard Lu Mingyuan.

The other was a handsome Confucian Scholar in fine green robes. He had long, beautiful hair, exquisite features, and delicate skin, and he exuded an elegant, scholarly aura. This was Zhong Yuli, also known as the Thousand Mechanism Rakshasa.

Among the Imperial Experts, their Cultivation was considered top-tier.

Both were above the Twelfth Realm.

Zhong Yuli’s energy was the most powerful of all. A phantom image of the Three Flowers at the Crown hovered behind him. Lu Mingyuan estimated that he had already reached the level of a Half-Step Human Immortal.

The Dragon Guardian Pavilion had a much longer history than the Imperial Experts. Since the Grand Ancestor founded the nation, its members had served only the successive emperors. These two were clearly veterans of the Dragon Guardian Pavilion.

They were its strongest members.

"Did you think you’re the only one with allies?"

Seeing these four, Lu Mingyuan showed no fear. Instead, he let out a cold laugh.

At these words, Emperor Yong’an’s eyelid twitched.

The next second.

Outside the Great Yan Dragon Wall, a clap of thunder and the cry of a saber resounded throughout the Capital City.

A peerless white streak, like a rainbow, shot through the inner and outer cities of the Imperial Capital in the blink of an eye. It crashed into the Great Yan Imperial Palace and landed at the foot of the world-renowned Great Yan Dragon Wall.