Emperor Xian's youthful yet resonant words were like an invisible hand of infinite strength, gripping Wang Yue's thrusting sword firmly in midair, preventing it from advancing even another inch or drawing so much as a red mark across Yin Kuang's neck.
That strength was called power!
Even though imperial authority had now fallen into other hands and the court was in disarray, this realm still belonged to the Liu family. Men like Dong Zhuo, who brought chaos to the palace and disrupted the government, had committed a monstrous crime against Heaven. Sooner or later, they would fall, and imperial power would return to Emperor Xian's hands. At least, that was what Wang Yue believed. Though old, Wang Yue still hungered for power. He knew his birth was humble, and having once wandered the martial world as a knight-errant, he was deeply looked down upon by the scholar-officials and disdained by the great noble clans. Emperor Xian was his only hope of obtaining power!
Of course, as Emperor Xian's swordsmanship teacher, Wang Yue had watched him grow up. On a personal level, he genuinely liked and cared for Emperor Xian. Without Wang Yue protecting him, who knew how many layers of skin this little lamb would have been stripped of by now.
Even Dong Zhuo did not dare offend Wang Yue too severely. So long as Wang Yue did not obstruct him, everything was negotiable. After all, though Dong Zhuo commanded thousands upon thousands of troops, he did not want his head constantly targeted by a peerless, elusive swordsman like Wang Yue.
The sword returned soundlessly to its sheath!
Having made a momentous decision, Emperor Xian visibly relaxed. He forced out a smile and said, "How does this brave warrior intend to take me out of the palace?"
With Emperor Xian's