After Lu Chen returned to the Purple Mansion Holy Land, the expert who claimed to be a messenger from the Divine Court came again.
He was a Great Saint in his prime, his blood and vitality surging to the heavens. Exceedingly arrogant, he looked down on everyone from on high and spoke in an icy tone.
"You are Lu Chen? Kneel and receive the Imperial Edict!"
He took out a letter shimmering with light. A wisp of imperial might actually flowed from it. Though its aura was peaceful and held no killing intent, it carried a power that struck awe into the soul.
It was merely a sheet of letter paper, yet it radiated the majesty of a Great Emperor, as though it contained the will of a supreme being who reigned over all beneath heaven.
Its aura was exceedingly gentle, yet it inspired reverence. Many experts of the Purple Mansion Holy Land nearly fell to their knees.
"It really is the Emperor Lord's aura!" Lu Chen's gaze sharpened as he studied the letter closely. The aura he sensed truly carried the Dao resonance of a high-level Quasi-Emperor.
"What are you waiting for? Kneel and receive the Great Emperor's Imperial Edict!" The Great Saint from the Divine Court had a head of golden hair. His expression was cold and arrogant, devoid of any goodwill, and his eyes always held a condescending look.
His blood and vitality were flourishing, and his prospects could be called boundless. If he fought with all his might, he might even ascend to the Quasi-Emperor realm someday.
The Divine Court's influence was now expanding rapidly as it recruited peerless prodigies from every region. Naturally, they had investigated Lu Chen's reputation, yet the messenger remained arrogant. Clearly, with the Divine Court backing him, he had no fear