"My imperial father is truly... quite interesting!"
Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back before the ruined gate of Qianfu Town, a mocking curve on his lips.
He raised a hand and pointed at the paper lanterns within the town that swayed without wind, his voice laced with bone-piercing chill.
"Such obvious ghostly mischief, yet he still wants me, the Crown Prince, to personally venture into danger..."
Lu Xuan suddenly chuckled. "Could it be that he has already... gone senile?"
The moment his words fell, the iron armor of the three imperial guards behind Lu Xuan simultaneously gave off a piercing scrape.
Beneath Lu Yi's visor came the clattering turn of gears. Lu Er pressed both hands against his sword hilt, while Lu San's breathing suddenly grew heavy.
These cold killing machines actually displayed emotional fluctuations unique to humans because of Lu Xuan's words.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince..."
Lu Yi's voice was incomparably cold. "Mind your words... otherwise..."
"Do not blame us for being discourteous!"
In an instant, heaven and earth fell silent.
Before Lu Yi and the other two could act, dazzling golden radiance swept forth like a tidal wave.
Their pupils contracted sharply beneath their black iron visors, reflecting the most shocking sight of their lives.
Hundreds of Golden Dragon Phantoms shot into the sky from behind Lu Xuan, weaving and circling through the void.
Golden light flowed across every dragon scale, while the dancing whiskers stirred gusts of wind.
The sacred and majestic dragon might was almost tangible, pressing the three imperial guards' iron armor until it creaked and groaned, their knees bending beyond their control.
"This... this is..."
Lu Yi's indifferent, emotionless voice completely changed pitch.
The imperial majesty they revered as divine was like a firefly before the bright moon in the