Sword light tore through the air above Vermilion Bird Avenue.
On both sides of the long street, the common folk cried out and scrambled back.
"An immortal!"
"An immortal from an immortal sect!"
Ye Tianchen stood in the middle of the avenue, facing the city's armored ceremonial procession, his edge fully bared.
"Elder Mu! Help me!"
At his low shout, the Jade Pendant at his neck suddenly erupted with dazzling spiritual light. Vast immortal power thundered through his meridians into every limb and bone.
"Humm!"
Nine streams of golden sun dao rhymes surged skyward!
In the void behind Ye Tianchen, nine golden suns faintly appeared, blazing and dazzling. Their resplendent pressure swept across the entire Vermilion Bird Avenue.
Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation...
Barrier after barrier was forcibly breached by the influx of external power. Ye Tianchen's cultivation shot up several levels in an instant, and pressure like a blazing sun swept along the street, forcing back the murderous aura of the surrounding Great Xia soldiers by half an inch.
With fortune blessing him and Elder Mu aiding his cultivation, his confidence reached an unprecedented peak. He leveled his sword, its light pointing straight at Xia Wujie.
"Since that Crown Prince of Xia doesn't dare come himself, you can crawl back and tell him this."
"The Eldest Princess of Purple Dusk is not someone he can humiliate at will!"
Xia Wujie stood before the carriage with a peculiar expression. He did not seem angry, merely to be having some trouble holding back his laughter.
He glanced sideways at Fu Ze, who said quietly, his face expressionless, "Your Highness, those words have been recorded in the Image-Recording Stone."
"Good, then." Xia Wujie relaxed.
The next instant, his eyes flared. He reached back and tugged the Red Flood Dragon Cloak from