C475 He Hated Him to the Core

"Brother, is your ten-year sword art created after that battle?"

In the Imperial Prison, Mu Yan leaned against the wall dejectedly and laughed self-deprecatingly. "Geniuses are geniuses. Even when they are disheartened, they will gain more than others. "

Recalling Mu Han's extraordinary sword technique in the Cosmos Palace, Mu Yan smiled bitterly. He knew that no matter how long he trained, he would never be able to defeat Mu Han in terms of sword technique. This was no longer a matter of hard work, but a matter of talent.

The scene changed again, and it was fixed on Mu Yan. When he was 13 years old, Emperor Yaen, Mu Che, sent Mu Yan flying with a sword strike. He said with a pale face, "Hmph, what a waste! I only used 30% of my strength in this Soaring Dragon. Change it. It's your brother. When he was ten years old, he had already done it. So weak, are you really my child? "

Mu Yan bitterly picked up the sword that fell to the ground, stood up with difficulty, and said sadly, "Royal Father, please calm down. It is my child that is useless. I beg Royal Father to give me a few more days, I will definitely. . . "

"No need!" Mu Che said angrily, "The mud cannot support the wall. Compared to your brother, you have really disappointed me. You are not allowed to eat until you have practiced this move a thousand times!"

Mu Che snorted heavily and left angrily. Mu Yan bit his lips and tried his best not to let his tears fall. At the same time, he tightened his grip on the sword in his hand. He smashed a huge rock behind him into pieces. A figure was jumping around outside the Divine Martial Palace. The sword in his hand was flying up and down. He struck out an extremely powerful and marvelous sword move repeatedly.

"Eleventh Style of the Dragon Controlling Sword Technique! The eleventh move of the Dragon Controlling Sword Technique, Soaring Dragon's Ten Thousand Mile!"

Mu Yan roared in anger. He swung the sword as hard as he could like a gust of wind. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over, causing countless dust to fly up and destroy the surrounding shrubs. Mu Yan's legs went weak and he could no longer control himself as he laid on the ground. He gasped for breath and said, "The. . . A thousand times!"

On the roof of the hall, Mu Che saw all of this. A trace of relief and pity flashed across his face and he disappeared with a leap.

Mu Yan didn't know that this was just the beginning of his life. In the following days, Mu Che had compared him with his elder brother Mu Han countless of times. However, the conclusion that he had made always made Mu Yan's heart feel like dying. No one knew when, but the name of his brother Mu Han had resounded throughout the entire Yaen Kingdom. As for his brother, many people had never even mentioned his name.

Mu Yan had never known that he would get used to hating someone. From the beginning, he had been helpless to do anything to him, to the end, it was natural. He even felt that. . . Even without Royal Father's words, he would still hate his brother. Because he was too outstanding, so outstanding that he couldn't catch up with him. Even though he was swinging his sword with all his might every day, he was still the one in everyone's eyes. And there wasn't even a trace of him.

Perhaps it was because of his pride, Mu Yan started to practice even harder. On the surface, he followed Mu Che's instructions and pursued power without any restraint. Because of this, he pretended to be a vicious and ruthless Martial Prince. However, behind everyone, he was sweating and practicing his sword skills.

There was one thing. Mu Han was right. In terms of hard work and hard work, he could not be compared with Mu Yan. Mu Yan knew his position very well. Since he was not as talented as his brother, he must surpass him in terms of diligence. Mu Han practiced the same sword technique ten times, a hundred times, and he practiced ten thousand times, ten thousand times, and ten thousand times!

He had never hoped to defeat and replace Mu Han one day. He just wanted to be Royal Father's son. He did not want to be left far behind by Mu Han. Perhaps it was because of his persistence. His talent was average, but his cultivation level advanced rapidly. He stepped into the Spiritual Smelting Realm before the age of seventeen. He became the second young genius of the royal family after Mu Han, so he, who had never been seen favorably on the path of cultivation, began to attract the attention of some people. The title of Martial King gradually became known to the world.

Two years later, Mu Yan, who was already nineteen years old, had improved his cultivation, reaching the peak of the Mid Period of Spirit Cultivating Stage. He was only a step away from Mu Han's Late Period of Spirit Cultivating Stage. This caused everyone to lose their patience. This was because Mu Yan was only a step away from breaking through to the Late Period of Spirit Cultivating Stage at his age. From the looks of it, Mu Yan was still two years younger than Mu Han. Didn't this mean that between brothers, Mu Yan was the true young genius?

Sensing the subtle changes in the eyes of the crowd, Mu Yan started to think that he was a genius, but he was still defeated by his own hard work. Mu Yan no longer had any respect for his brother, who he had regarded as the peak of martial arts since he was young. He believed that if he had a little more time, he would definitely trample Mu Han under his feet.

However, just as he was full of confidence and tried to knock Mu Han off the altar, Mu Che found him. When he found out from Royal Father that he could only become a shadow of Mu Han for the rest of his life, he, who had always listened to Mu Che's orders, finally couldn't help but explode.

"Why?! Why is he the only one in your eyes, and not me?!"

Mu Yan roared madly at Mu Che. "Just because he is a genius? But now, I am no longer weaker than him. Give me some more time, and I will surpass him. I, Mu Yan, will never lose to anyone! "

"Yan, you are not that bad. " Mu Che's indifferent words immediately silenced Mu Yan. He shook his head and said, "As a prince, you are already outstanding enough. Even Royal Father at your age won't do better than you. It's a pity. . . "

"What's a pity?" Mu Yan asked in a suppressed manner. He had a vague premonition in his heart.

"It's a pity that you met Han'er. He concealed all of your glory. " Mu Han put his hands behind his back and smiled bitterly. It was hard to tell whether he was sad or relieved. "His ten-year sword skill is so powerful that even Royal Father could not do anything about it. Old General Zhao could not help but admire his talent. Yan, it is not that Royal Father does not treat you well. It was just that Han'er. . . Was too outstanding. Royal Father was the king. Therefore, you don't have to consider the throne. As long as Han'er is here, my decision will never change!"

After Mu Che said those words in a domineering manner, he saw that Mu Yan's expression was somewhat unnatural. He immediately guessed what he was thinking and sighed. "Yan'er. . . Didn't you promise your father that nothing will happen to Han Er? Then you will continue to act as your Martial King and pressure Han Er. I promise you that when Han'er ascends the throne, It'll be the time for the two of you to get rid of your past grudges. "

"Haha, wash away your past enmity. . . " Mu Yan recalled Mu Che's words in a daze. Tears flowed down his face disappointedly in the end. He allowed the tears to wildly surge on his face as he turned around and left with a smile.

Facing the cold words of the others, Mu Yan sneered and looked down on them. After countless days and nights of hard work, he finally got the right to be a shadow. Mu Yan's heart was filled with holes in an instant. Finally, he hated Mu Han to the core at this moment.

After his figure disappeared from the main hall, Mu Che suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked like he was about to fall down. The eunuch by the side quickly held him up and looked at the blood at the corner of his mouth in fear. He wanted to say something but stopped himself. "Emperor, your illness. . . "

"This matter must not be disclosed to anyone, otherwise. . . " Mu Che did not mind waving his hand and a trace of killing intent appeared in his eyes.

The eunuch immediately knelt on the ground in fear and said, "This. . . This servant dare not!"

Mu Che coldly snorted and looked in the direction where Mu Yan left. He muttered, "Yan Er, don't blame Royal Father for being ruthless. It is really Royal Father. . . There is not much time left. "