The Star Luo Emperor was startled. Someone had infiltrated his palace without making a sound, and if the person outside had not spoken up first, he would never have noticed there was an enemy outside at all.
The Star Luo Emperor quietly grasped the Empress's hand, ensuring they could use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill at any moment. Only with the Empress beside him did he feel somewhat secure.
"Since our guest has arrived, why not come in?"
Hearing the voice from within the palace, Qian Mochen directly pulled Bibi Dong along and pushed the door open.
The extinguished candles in the palace had been relit. The Star Luo Emperor and his Empress watched the newcomers warily, and the Emperor quickly recognized Qian Mochen.
"It's you, the younger brother of this generation's Pope!"
"Spirit Hall has grown this brazen? You dare break into my palace in the dead of night!"
The Star Luo Emperor glared furiously at Qian Mochen, his chest rising and falling rapidly while his grip on the Empress's hand tightened within his sleeve.
"Rest assured, Your Majesty. I merely came to settle a grudge."
Qian Mochen's calm gaze fell upon the Star Luo Emperor's face, as though he had seen through the flicker of guilt beneath his anger. With no real sincerity, he reassured him, "By the way, there are only the two of us here. Your Majesty needn't be so nervous. Spirit Hall has no intention of starting a war."
Upon hearing that, the Star Luo Emperor's brows eased slightly. "You just said revenge? When did my Star Luo Empire ever become enemies with Spirit Hall?"
"Your Majesty certainly did not. But some people from the White Tiger Sect coveted Spirit Hall's treasures. They hired a group of evil soul masters as their proxies, killed Spirit Hall members, and stole our goods."
"Rest assured, Your Majesty. I will only seek out those who did it."
Qian Mochen's next words made the Star Luo Emperor's expression change drastically.
"They're just some old relics. If they die, they die. Out with the old, in with the new."
"Old relics?" The Star Luo Emperor spoke each word slowly, his gaze deep as he stared at Qian Mochen.
"Yes!" Qian Mochen seemed not to notice the shift in the palace atmosphere. Indifferently, he said, "Just two Soul Douluo, ten Soul Sages, and more than thirty Soul Emperors."
"Heh—"
The Star Luo Emperor was so enraged by those words that he laughed.
The few figures Qian Mochen had casually mentioned represented at least two generations, forty or fifty years of accumulation for the Star Luo Empire. Yet Qian Mochen intended to have members of the imperial clan pay with their lives for a group of Spirit Hall ants?
"No room for negotiation?" The Star Luo Emperor narrowed his eyes as he sized up Qian Mochen.
"No room for negotiation!" Qian Mochen answered without the slightest hesitation.
The Star Luo Emperor curled his lips, endless killing intent beginning to surge in the depths of his imposing eyes.
"Then there is nothing to discuss."
A violent gale suddenly erupted within the palace, concealing the Star Luo Emperor and his Empress. Tiger roars and cat cries echoed between heaven and earth.
A tiger claw several meters wide broke through the gale. Then the wind exploded, and a Hell White Tiger a hundred meters long appeared before Qian Mochen.
Its tiger eyes, brimming with intense killing intent, abruptly opened. The Hell White Tiger let out a long howl, and a beam of white light that filled the entire hall shot from its mouth, arriving before Qian Mochen in an instant.
The moment the white light fired, the Hell White Tiger moved. With one step, it crossed the distance between itself and Qian Mochen, reducing the stone tiles beneath it to powder.
Its sharp claws, capable of severing refined iron, rose and completely sealed off Qian Mochen's room to evade.
Qian Mochen, you dared kill two generations of my Dai Family. Leave your life behind!
Qian Mochen calmly watched the white beam spanning dozens of meters. Slowly raising his right hand, he conjured a flame in his palm.
The flames swiftly spread and condensed into a longsword.
Qian Mochen gripped the sword and lightly flicked its blade upward from below, without the slightest flourish.
The white light, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter stone, struck the sword like a fragile bubble and popped apart.
The sword cleaved through the white light and continued forward, severing the white tiger's claws with one strike. Without pausing in the slightest, it fell upon the Hell White Tiger.
The Hell White Tiger split into two and crashed heavily to the ground. The terrifying white tiger vanished, leaving the Star Luo Emperor and his Empress in their original place.
Blood hung from the corners of both their mouths. Their faces were white as paper, and shock and terror still lingered in their eyes.
The sword Qian Mochen had swung just now had been very slow, yet their Hell White Tiger had been unable even to evade it.
It was as though the moment the sword swung, it had locked onto them.
Moreover, the force upon the blade had injured the Star Luo Emperor and Empress severely, yet caused no life-threatening wounds.
With such effortless, precise control of power, the Star Luo Emperor could not imagine who could possibly be Qian Mochen's opponent.
The Star Luo Emperor struggled to rise from the ground. His imperial dignity would not allow him to remain so disheveled.
After steadying himself, the Star Luo Emperor spat out several mouthfuls of blood, his eyes filled with deep apprehension.
"Qian Mochen, it seems the entire continent has underestimated Spirit Hall!"
"Your strength was hidden so deeply!"
Qian Mochen wore an innocent expression. "Your Majesty, you misunderstand me. I've never hidden anything. It's simply that Spirit Hall never needed me to act—the enemy would fall before then."
The Star Luo Emperor's eyes widened. He coughed repeatedly, then lowered the hand covering his mouth to reveal a palmful of blood.
"Your Majesty, have the Empress quickly give you some healing pills. Otherwise, you might pass out shortly."
The Empress hurriedly took out medicine for healing and gave some to the Star Luo Emperor and herself. Her eyes lowered beneath her lashes, afraid that Qian Mochen might catch the killing intent in them.
Why had His Majesty coughed up blood?
Wasn't it because Qian Mochen had angered him to this point!
Only after noticing that the Star Luo Emperor's complexion had begun to improve did Qian Mochen kindly offer a reminder.
"Your Majesty, there is no need to stall for time."
"To prevent anyone from disturbing Your Majesty's rest, I set up a barrier around the palace before entering. I also made the guards nearby sleep peacefully for the night."
Upon hearing this, the Star Luo Emperor nearly spat blood again. The sweet metallic taste reached his mouth, but he forcibly swallowed it back down.
"Qian Mochen, what exactly do you want?"
"Your Majesty, I don't actually want much. Originally, I merely wanted to settle my grudge with the White Tiger Sect, but I never expected Your Majesty to harbor such great killing intent toward me."
"So, I feel that I shouldn't suffer too great a loss."
Qian Mochen walked over and sat before the Star Luo Emperor, raising one finger. "First, I want two daughters from the Zhu Family's next generation!"
"Fine—" The Star Luo Emperor closed his eyes. After weighing the matter for a moment, he spat out the word with difficulty.
"Your Majesty is quite straightforward!"
"Second, Your Majesty must not send people or imply that anyone should retaliate against Spirit Hall's branch members within the Star Luo Empire. Otherwise, Your Majesty and I will probably have to meet every day from now on."
The Star Luo Emperor clutched his chest and forced out a single word through gritted teeth. "Fine!"
Faced with Qian Mochen's undisguised threat, the Star Luo Emperor realized he had no way to deal with him.
Even if he wished to retaliate, he would not live to see the sunrise the next day. The Star Luo Emperor had no desire to perish alongside him.
"Oh, right. There's one small matter I forgot."
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