How Dare You Injure My Father

A pitch-black broken sword suddenly appeared above the throne hall, which was no small matter for an empire.

As everyone watched in astonishment, Han Fei was the first to appear on the throne hall. Han Qilin and Qi Xuanxuan arrived shortly after.

Pang Ren immediately roared in fury, "Han Qilin, how dare you bring people to trespass in the throne hall! Let's see how you die this time. Guards, seize them all!"

Sun Hao and the other ministers beside him were all filled with confusion and regret. Even though their relationship with Han Qishan wasn't great, they were still colleagues of many years. They truly didn't understand the Han family's actions today.

The surrounding guards prepared to step forward but were stopped by the Emperor.

While others were surprised, the Emperor was not. He recognized the robe Han Fei was wearing, identifying him as a core disciple of the Divine Sect.

Emperor: "You are..."

Han Fei turned to look at the injured Han Qishan, his anger flaring up. Spiritual energy surged from his body.

"You... you dare treat my father like this."

His fists clenched, and the spiritual energy within him surged out. The violent spiritual energy transformed into waves of force that filled the entire throne hall.

Hum, the Broken Sword planted in the center of the throne hall began to shake violently.

Boom, the banquet tables on both sides of the red carpet were instantly overturned by the spreading force waves. Over twenty tables and food flew everywhere.

Han Qishan looked at Han Fei's still youthful face and said with disbelief, "You call me father? Are you Fei'er?"

Han Qilin helped Han Qishan up. "Big brother, you're right. This is Han Fei, who left home ten years ago."

At this moment, Pang Shuai was stunned the moment he saw Han Fei, especially Qi Xuanxuan standing beside Han Fei.

As core disciples of the Divine Sect themselves, how could he not recognize these two people?

He was in a daze, but Pang Ren beside him was furious. "Rebellion! Rebellion! Your Han family is trying to rebel! My son is a core disciple of the Tianyuan Divine Sect. How dare you be so presumptuous? Aren't you afraid of the Tianyuan Divine Sect's wrath?"

Han Fei sneered, "Your son is a core disciple of the Divine Sect? Am I not?"

As he spoke, Han Fei struck out with a palm strike in mid-air, the wind of his palm flying towards Pang Ren.

Pang Ren was an ordinary person with not a trace of spiritual energy in his body. This palm strike was enough to kill him.

Just then, Pang Ren's second son stepped forward. His name was Pang Jun, and his cultivation was at the fourth level of the Innate Realm. Pang Ren had tried every means to seize Han Qishan's military power precisely for Pang Jun. However, this time, he had kicked a steel plate.

Bang. Clearly, Pang Jun's cultivation was not enough to block Han Fei's palm strike. He was directly sent flying, spitting blood, and fell onto the steps below the Emperor.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. It was only now that Pang Shuai finally snapped back to reality. "Han Fei, Senior Brother, I truly had no idea you were from the Han family of the East Continent Empire."

Han Fei couldn't listen. His father had been injured in the throne hall in front of so many people. How could his always proud father endure such humiliation?

Clang. Han Fei pulled out the Broken Sword. The tip of the sword sliced through the air, and the broken end stopped just before Pang Ren's throat.

Tilting his head slightly, Han Fei said coldly, "Senior Brother Pang Shuai? Your father just said the Tianyuan Divine Sect would be enraged and take it out on me. Do you think they will?"

Pang Shuai hurriedly shook his head. "No, of course not. I truly didn't know you were from the Han family of the East Continent. If I had known beforehand, how could I have agreed to my father doing this?"

Pang Shuai's cultivation was only at the sixth level of the Spirit Gathering Realm, placing him at the bottom of Class 87. He had some confidence in front of ordinary disciples, but in front of Han Fei and Qi Xuanxuan, he was nothing.

Not to mention Qi Xuanxuan, who could make him insignificant in the Tianyuan Divine Sect with just a word. He simply couldn't afford to offend her.

And Han Fei was a martial arts prodigy, the most monstrous genius of Class 88. Although he was one level higher than Han Fei, in terms of status, the difference was more than just a little.

It could be said that in front of the two of them, he was less than dirt. Now, with Han Fei having injured his brother and the sword tip at Pang Ren's throat, he didn't even dare to confront Han Fei.

He understood that if he dared to make a move, his entire Pang family might disappear. Even if Qi Xuanxuan and Han Fei didn't seek revenge, the Emperor, knowing their identities, would also order the extermination of the Pang family. This was because the Emperor was always cautious and feared that the Pang family would implicate the royal family.

At this moment, Han Qishan and Han Qilin were somewhat bewildered. The Tianyuan Divine Sect had not publicly released the list of core disciples. Moreover, the Tianyuan Divine Sect was a mysterious existence to the Four Great Empires, so they did not know that Han Fei had also become a core disciple three years ago.

Even the Emperor, no matter how foolish he was, was beginning to understand something.

"You two are..."

Pang Shuai whispered, "They are both core disciples of the Divine Sect. Besides being a core disciple of the Divine Sect, Qi Xuanxuan is also the Sect Master's Daughter, known as the Saintess."

Silence. The entire place was terrifyingly quiet, with only the sound of everyone's breathing.

Han Fei said softly, "I will kill your father today not with the identity of a core disciple of the Tianyuan Divine Sect, but solely with the identity of Han Qishan's son. If you wish to stop me, I will accompany you. Everything I do will be unrelated to the Divine Sect."

As he spoke, the Broken Sword was about to cut through Pang Ren's throat.

At this moment, Han Qishan spoke. "Fei'er, forget it. I'm not hurt that badly. There's no need to escalate things. Let Prime Minister Pang go."

Han Fei said anxiously, "But..."

Han Qishan: "I told you to let him go."

He then picked up the Marshal's Token that had fallen on the ground, walked up to Pang Ren, placed it down gently, and pulled Han Fei to leave.

Pang Ren had already been scared silly by the identities of Han Fei and Qi Xuanxuan and had not yet recovered.

Seeing the two leave the hall, the Emperor hurriedly called out, "Han..."

However, his voice stopped because Han Qishan and his son had already left the entrance of the hall.

Qi Xuanxuan had not spoken throughout the entire ordeal. She had merely watched silently, as Han Fei held the absolute advantage, making it unnecessary for her to intervene.

However, after Han Fei and his father left, Qi Xuanxuan took out a jade token from her palm.

Whoosh. She threw the token to the Emperor, who caught it. His expression immediately changed.

When he looked up again, Qi Xuanxuan was already gone.

The Tianyuan Jade Token is proof of the highest status within the Tianyuan Divine Sect. With the Tianyuan Jade Token, one can command all the Hidden Guards of the Tianyuan Divine Sect.

As the ruler of a subordinate empire, how could he not understand this?

Of course, he couldn't possibly think that Qi Xuanxuan was bestowing this upon him. He probably never dreamed that he would be the first person in history to hold the Tianyuan Jade Token yet be unable to feel any happiness at all.

"The Tianyuan Jade Token is both good and bad. It seems the fire lit by the Pang family has now reached me."

As he spoke, the Emperor sighed helplessly. He glanced at the Pang family members, a hint of helplessness showing in his eyes.

The group of four walked outwards.

Han Fei: "Father, with my current standing, I no longer fear any force in the Eastern Continent Empire. There's no need to tolerate them any longer. The fact that they dared to bully you like this means even ten deaths wouldn't be enough to quell my anger. Why must you stop me?"

Han Qishan sighed, "Precisely because of your current status, I feel it's unnecessary. I believe after today, no one should dare harbor any ill will towards our Han family. Moreover, I've handed over military authority, so there's nothing for them to scheme for anymore."

"Actually, I don't care about military authority itself, but I am very worried about some generals in the army. They are brothers who followed me for decades. I fear they might become restless once I step down. If Pang Jun takes over military authority, it won't bring him any real benefit."

Qi Xuanxuan, standing with her hands behind her back, said leisurely, "Uncle Han, you don't need to worry. They won't be able to take the military authority. Not only would the Pang family not dare to accept it now, but even the Emperor would obediently return the military authority to you."

"Of course, if Uncle Han wishes to become the ruler of the Eastern Continent Empire, it wouldn't be difficult. I can even help you break through your stagnant cultivation."

Qi Xuanxuan's words made Han Qishan and his brother pause. Han Fei, however, understood what Qi Xuanxuan meant.

After all, as the eldest daughter of the Tianyuan Divine Sect, obtaining a few Spirit Gathering Pills would be quite simple. However, Han Fei dared not let Han Qishan consume the Spirit Gathering Pills of this world. He had already decided that he would refine some for his father and second uncle himself when he had the time, allowing them to break through their current realms.

Han Qilin revealed a slight smile, "There are too many people around now. Let's discuss this back home."