Immortal God Emperor Imperial God Emperor 1162 Divine Sword Frosty Moonlight 2

Chapter 1162 – Divine Sword Frosty Moonlight (2)

The world trembled for a moment.

The golden palm pressed down directly toward the mansion that Ye Qingyu was in.

If it really landed, the entire military mansion and Ye Qingyu would probably be turned into dust and ruins, instantly erased from this Royal City.

“Such impatience.”

Ye Qingyu gently placed the wine cup in his hand down on a tile beside him.

As a mocking expression emerged at the corner of his lips, he raised his hand and straightened a finger into a sword which he shot up toward the firmament.

A dazzling sword will instantly cut across the void.

Like divine light, the tip of the sword pierced into the golden palm.

After the powerful golden palm was perforated in a similar fas.h.i.+on to a colorful bubble that was burst by a needle, the formation chains on it struggled feebly like a python that had been cleaved apart and then dissipated.

In a twinkling, the giant palm turned into a golden misty phantom and disappeared among the dark clouds!

“What?”

A painful cry was heard.

However, the dazzling sword qi did not lose any momentum, perforating the dark clouds above and causing a huge cloud qi hole to appear. An obscure figure wretchedly evaded the sword light, a drop of fresh blood falling from his body...

The next moment, silver moonlight shone down through this hole.

The moonlight was beautiful and strange to the extreme, as if divine light from the heavenly kingdom had descended upon the world. This meteorological spectacle was fascinating like no other.

This pillar of moonlight happened to s.h.i.+ne upon the central hall of the [Military Judge of the Nine Swords'] mansion.

Ye Qingyu remained lying down under the moonlight and did not get up.

Although he had similar looks to Zhang Longcheng and could not be considered handsome at present, the s.h.i.+ne of the moonlight nevertheless caused the circulation of an aura like that of a moonlight Immortal around him, affording him the appearance of an otherworldly, transcendental harbinger of truth.

“Hoho, if you want to kill me, you'll first have to ask the sword in my hand.”

He lifted the wine cup once again and drank to his heart's content, his posture completely elegant and unrestrained.

“I won't take action this time, but if someone still can't restrain themselves, I shall send them into an eternal sleep.”

His voice was not loud, such that no normal person could have heard him.

However, it contained extraordinarily strange Dao essence laws that surged out in a soft yet vigorous fas.h.i.+on. In this Royal City, those experts whose cultivations had truly reached the ultimate peak could thus hear him clearly. Every one of his words rang beside their ears like the striking of a heavenly drum by a heavy stick.

This was a form of deterrence and warning.

With that, Ye Qingyu got off the roof and returned to the main hall. Half-drunk, he fell sound asleep and cared nothing of the outside world.

Silence fell upon the [Military Judge of the Nine Swords'] mansion.

Moonlight shone upon the main hall through the hole in the dark clouds. Colored in a layer of silver splendor, the hall appeared to be the only bright thing in the dark Royal City, flickering a strange mist that seemed to contain immense vitality.

A snoring sound rang out every now and then.

However, at the same time, storms and shockwaves arose in many heavily-guarded places of the outside world.

In the mansion of the King of Zhenyuan.

With splendor flickering, a sinister-looking middle-aged man appeared in the main hall.

He was wearing a long golden robe and emanating a powerful aura, thus resembling a deity. However, he had one hand pressing against his left shoulder while a dark-red trail was flowing out from his fingers, causing his aura to be deathly and b.l.o.o.d.y.

“Second Uncle, you...” The Crown Prince of Zhenyuan had a startled look on his face as he hurried forth and supported the middle-aged man. “You… are injured?”

The latter nodded.

He staggered to a chair and sat down, exhaling a long breath which indistinctly contained golden formation beams. It took a long while before he eased and loosened his right hand to reveal his shoulder injury. It was a sharp sword mark that ran right down his shoulder. Even at this time, a silver sword qi of terrifying force was circulating within, preventing the shoulder from recovering.

“Puff… I've underestimated Zhang Longcheng. Who would've thought that a small pond like Luoshen Ridge could produce a divine dragon? This is most unexpected.” The middle-aged man sighed, revealing a lingering fear on his face.

As the King of Zhenyuan's elder brother and a Quasi-emperor-level expert, he was a top ace in the palace even if he was not quite as famous as his younger brother. Having received the secret recognition of a few forces this time, he made a bold move and wanted to kill this country b.u.mpkin of a [Military Judge of the Nine Swords] who had continually and recklessly acted against the mansion of the King of Zhenyuan. Unexpectedly, however… he only ended up even worse off.

“How can Zhang Longcheng be such a pain in the a.s.s? It looks like some people in the army have truly found a sharp knife. However, if this knife isn't used well, they will probably end up cutting themselves too.”

He began to snort.

However, his heart continued to palpitate with fear.

It looks like I have to change the way I deal with Zhang Longcheng next time.

But no matter what, I can't let him get away.

…

In the army.

In Nie Tiankong's commander mansion.

“I've underestimated Zhang Longcheng. To think he would defeat Yuan Butong… His strength has been improving a little too fast these days…” The surprise on Nie Tiankong's face gradually faded as his fingers knocked on the table. His expression was considerably somber as many pieces of information flashed through his mind rapidly.

After a long time, he raised his head and looked at Linghu Buxiu, saying, “Tell me again what you experienced in Marquis Tingtao's mansion today, with a little more detail this time.”

The latter had remained by his side ever since returning to the army headquarters.

He repeated his account in detail.

“It's a pity that you didn't hear clearly what they were saying… Who knows what wondrous secret Lin Xuan is in possession of that the King of Zhenyuan would go all out against him? If I knew what this secret was, perhaps I could completely defeat the King of Zhenyuan.”

Nie Tiankong muttered.

“Commander, maybe you can get Military Judge Zhang Longcheng to report in. He should know.” Linghu Buxiu suggested.

Nie Tiankong shook his head. “He might've shown me some face in the past, but now… I feel that I am losing control over Zhang Longcheng. The fact that he didn't ask you to pa.s.s on a message today is indicative that he wouldn't have told me this news… I wonder, how exactly did he manage to win favor with Commander Sun Yi that the latter would protect him so much…?”
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