How dare you?

Xiao Yun was, after all, a member of the Imperial Family. Although he was shocked by Zhang Yu's methods, the sense of superiority ingrained in his bones and his blind confidence in the Imperial Family's authority quickly allowed him to recover from his brief terror.

Where am I?

This is the Capital City of the Wei Kingdom, under the Emperor's very feet, the Ministry of Justice Heavenly Prison.

Who is Xiao Yun?

He is the Heir of Prince Rui, one of the current Emperor's most favored Imperial Grandsons.

He refused to believe that anyone would dare to truly harm him within the Imperial City.

He admitted he had underestimated Zhang Yu and acknowledged Zhang Yu's strength, but he couldn't believe Zhang Yu would actually dare to lay a hand on him, an Imperial Grandson?

Thinking this, Xiao Yun's previously suppressed arrogance instantly reignited, burning even brighter.

The condescending sneer reappeared on his face. He pointed at Zhang Yu in the cell, his voice filled with provocation and confidence:

"Open your dog eyes and see, where is this?

This is the Wei Kingdom's Imperial City, the Heavenly Prison.

I, this Heir Apparent, am of the Xiao Imperial bloodline, the personal grandson of His Majesty.

If you dare to touch a single hair on my head, you will be an enemy of the entire Imperial Family, a crime of treason.

At that time, let alone a mere Discarded Son of a Marquis Estate like you, even your entire Marquis Yong'an's Estate, and all your ignorant accomplices, will face Extermination of Nine Generations, dying without a burial place."

The more he spoke, the more pleased he became, the more he felt he was in the right and held the advantage, as if he could already see Zhang Yu kneeling and begging for mercy before him, trembling.

In his view, despite Zhang Yu's unusual methods, they were nothing in the face of absolute imperial power.

The surrounding guards and prisoners, hearing Xiao Yun's stern threats, fell silent, lowering their heads and not daring to look. They knew Xiao Yun was speaking the truth. In this Imperial City, offending a member of the Imperial Family, especially a favored Imperial Grandson, was a sure path to death, or worse.

They expected Zhang Yu, if he knew what was good for him, to immediately yield and beg for forgiveness.

Xiao Sheng's lips moved, wanting to intervene, but unsure who to advise.

However, facing Xiao Yun's taunts, Zhang Yu didn't even lift an eyelid, let alone show any fear or hesitation. He simply uttered two words indifferently.

"Kneel."

The words were plain, cool, and devoid of any earthly emotion, yet they seemed to contain an undeniable law of heaven and earth.

But the moment Zhang Yu spoke, Xiao Yun felt an irresistible, terrifying force, like an invisible shackle, instantly bind his soul and body.

The meager cultivation within him was instantly frozen. The sense of superiority he usually prided himself on, stemming from his Imperial bloodline, seemed utterly laughable and insignificant before this power.

He felt like an ant facing the vast sky, or a tiny boat in a raging storm – small, powerless, and desperate!

"Thump!"

A dull but incredibly clear sound echoed through the silent prison block.

Under the horrified, ghost-like gazes of everyone present.

The Heir of Prince Rui, Xiao Yun, this once-arrogant Imperial Grandson in the Capital City, actually knelt heavily on the cold, dirty stone floor.

The pain of his knees hitting the ground was far less than the tsunami of humiliation, terror, and disbelief that surged through his heart.

"How dare you...?"

Xiao Yun suddenly lifted his head, his eyes bloodshot from extreme shock, anger, and humiliation.

How dare he?

I am an Imperial Grandson. The Heir of Prince Rui. One of the most noble individuals in the Wei Kingdom.

How dare he, a lowly prisoner, a Discarded Son of a Marquis Estate, do this?

How dare he humiliate Imperial blood in the Imperial City, under the Emperor's feet?

Is he tired of living?

Isn't he afraid of Extermination of Nine Generations?

Xiao Yun's mind went blank, only the words "How is this possible," "How dare he" echoed frantically.

All his superiority, all his confidence, all his reliance, was shattered by this single kneel!

Xiao Sheng was also completely stunned, his mouth agape, his eyes wide as saucers, as if he had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world.

Although he was a scoundrel and Xiao Yun's rival, he also knew that the Imperial Family's authority was not to be challenged.

To make a favored Imperial Grandson kneel in public was no longer a simple conflict; it was slapping the entire Imperial Family in the face, declaring war on imperial power.

Zhang Yu... has he gone mad?

Even if he has President Du as a backer, even if he has some mysterious methods, this concerns the Imperial Family's honor. President Du might not be able to protect him.

The surrounding prisoners and guards were even more terrified, their faces ashen, wishing they could bury their heads between their legs.

What had they just seen?

The Heir of Prince Rui kneeling to a prisoner?

This is simply asking for the sky to fall.

If this gets out, the entire Capital City will be shaken to its core. And us, who are present, might even be silenced?!

"Crazy... he's crazy... Zhang Yu must be out of his mind..." a prisoner whispered, his voice trembling.

"It's over... Prince Rui's Mansion and the Imperial Family will never let this go..."

The jailers' legs were shaking, and they were already thinking about how to distance themselves from the situation, or how to make a quick escape.

Within the prison area, there was a deathly silence.

Only Xiao Yun's heavy panting and the chattering of his teeth from extreme humiliation could be heard.