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Everyone felt the aura from Han Yan becoming stronger and stronger, and they were all startled. He realized that Han Yan was condensing his spirit energy, preparing to use a strong technique.

Seeing that everyone had stopped, Han Yan turned around and said, "Your majesty, if you still don't move away, I don't mind killing one more person." Whatever he did, it would come true. If Wu Tian had not sent someone to take Liu Xihan away, he would not have been knocked unconscious because of his injuries and he would not have walked down this path. The reason he trained in the Immortal Art was not for longevity, not because he had a position above ten thousand people per person, but rather, for revenge. The enmity in his heart and the hatred in his heart were all caused by Wu Tian. He would definitely take Wu Tian's life today.

At this moment, Zhu Wenyu was a little worried. Although he knew that Han Yan was a disciple of the Orthodoxy and an immortal, he had never expected Han Yan to be so powerful. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have chosen to offend Han Yan even if he didn't care about his reputation. But now that things had come to this, how could he give in? If he did, how would the people of the world view him?

Seeing Han Yan walk over step by step, Zhu Wenyu gritted his teeth and said to the golden dragon above him: "Kill him."

The octopus golden dragon roared towards the sky, then spat out another mouthful of golden liquid at Han Yan.

This time, Han Yan was ready, before the liquid could fly, his figure flashed, and he easily dodged to the side. The liquid fell onto the ground, and the flowers and plants quickly melted, turning into a puddle of water in an instant. This liquid was the legendary Dragon Breath, it had an extremely strong corrosive ability. If it fell on Qi Refining Stage Cultivator's body, although it would not take his life, but it would be very difficult to remove.

Han Yan looked at the Dragon Breath, his heart filled with shock, a golden dragon condensed from spirit energy, could actually spit out a real Dragon Breath. Although the Dragon Breath's corrosive ability was strong, its attack speed was not fast and it was not able to harm him at the moment. Seeing that the Eight-Clawed Golden Dragon was about to spit out a Dragon Breath, Han Yan said coldly: "If you only had that little ability, you simply won't be able to save your master." An enormous amount of Spiritual Energy gathered on his arm as he suddenly raised his hand and waved it in front of him. In that instant, a fierce wind howled, and a gigantic tornado appeared above Han Yan's head. The tornado began to spin at a very fast speed, and all the branches and leaves in the surrounding area began to be drawn into it crazily.

The surrounding royal cultivators widened their eyes. The power contained within this spell was beyond their imagination. Everyone was sure that if Han Yan used this technique to attack them, even if he didn't die, he would at least be severely injured. The white-haired old man's figure flashed, appearing in front of Zhu Wenyu, and said sternly: "Han Yan, are you thinking of rebelling?"

Han Yan's eyes were ice-cold as he said in a dense manner, "I don't want to rebel, I just want to kill a person. If the emperor gets out of the way, I definitely won't harm a single hair on his head."

Wu Tian's body trembled as he suddenly grabbed onto Zhu Wenyu's clothes and pleaded, "Your majesty, you can't let me go, or else I'm dead for sure. What you promised me ?"

The white-haired old man glared at Wu Tian, and said to Zhu Wenyu: "Your Majesty, I think it's better if you let that fellow cultivator handle him." He felt embarrassed for doing so, but there was no better solution for the situation in front of him. He only hoped that they could stall for some time, so that the Ancestor could arrive quickly. At the same time, he hoped that Han Yan wouldn't be rash and kill the Emperor without thinking of the consequences.

Zhu Wenyu was also struggling in his heart, if he did not move at this time, he would be dead for sure, and if he let go, where would the dignity of the Emperor go? He thought about it again and again and said to Han Yan: "Han Yan, don't be rash. If you want Wu Tian's life, I'll give it to you." As he said that, he kicked Wu Tian away, giving up his position.

Han Yan did not completely believe Zhu Wenyu's words. With a wave of his hand, the whirlwind above his head shrunk by thirty percent. He looked at Wu Tian, walked over, and said with a cold voice. "Wu Tian, no one can save you today." The whirlwind above his head was also moving with him, constantly moving forward. As long as Han Yan moved his mind, the tornado would immediately attack.

Seeing that Han Yan did not retract his technique, the white-haired old man sighed and stood beside Zhu Wenyu, warily looking at him.

Han Yan walked in front of Wu Tian, causing him to kneel on the ground in fright as he pleaded: "Immortal, please forgive me! I know I was wrong, as long as you detain me and let me do whatever I want. "

"I only want your life." Han Yan's voice became colder and colder, and she looked at him as if he was a dead man.

Hearing that, Wu Tian's face turned ashen, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Just as Han Yan wanted to raise his right hand to kill Wu Tian ? Suddenly, the sound of breaking wind came from behind him, a dangerous signal spread throughout his body. Without even thinking about it, Han Yan suddenly turned his body, and a tornado that was floating above his head suddenly flew out. Then, with a loud bang, the tornado instantly shattered, and an unimaginable force erupted from the tornado, instantly arriving in front of Han Yan.

Han Yan's body flew backwards from the impact of the force. He crashed into more than ten trees before stopping. After landing, he felt a sweet sensation in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. He wiped the blood from his mouth and raised his head to look at the place where the magic spell had collided.

At that moment, an old man was standing there. He was wearing a golden-coloured robe, and as the wind blew, his clothes were rolling about. He looked very old, his silver hair fluttering in the wind. The difference was that his back was straight, and his eyes were bright. They didn't match his age at all.

white-haired old man quickly walked to the old man, cupped his hands, and said: "Ancestor."

Zhu Wenyu also did not have the airs of an emperor, and quickly ran over and bowed: "Ancestor."

If someone who didn't know about love heard this, their eyes would definitely widen. The current emperor's ancestor was actually still alive. There was only one person in Ming Empire that could be called a ancestor, and that was the founder of the empire, the first emperor, Zhu Yunhe. Counting the time, Ming Empire already had a thousand years of history. If the person in front of him was really him, then wouldn't he be more than a thousand years old?

The old man nodded his head lightly, then looked towards Han Yan and said in a deep voice: "How dare you come to the palace to behave so atrociously, are you not afraid that I will kill you?"

Han Yan looked carefully, his divine sense sweeping past the old man's body, his heart thumping hard, to the point he was unable to see through the old man's cultivation. The other party's body was hazy, and it was impossible to see his exact level. This kind of phenomenon, Han Yan had also seen it when he was an elder in the sect. Since it was like this, there was only one problem, this old man was a Foundation Establishment stage expert.

"There's even a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator in Ming Empire?" Thinking about how he had addressed Zhu Wen Tian, Han Yan also guessed the identity of the man in front of him.

This person was just as Han Yan had guessed, the first emperor of Ming Empire, Zhu Yunhe. When the empire was in chaos, he met a cultivator, and that person was rather close to him, so he imparted the Immortal Art to him. After he learned it, he unified the empire in one fell swoop, and gave the mountain range of Daylight to that cultivator to establish his sect here and bestow it upon the Orthodoxy.

However, Han Yan thought about it in the blink of an eye and felt that it was impossible. If the other party was really someone who was more than a thousand years old, how could he have lived for so long? Even if he had lived so long, it was impossible for him to only have the cultivation of a Foundation Establishment cultivator. The power of the previous attack was at most that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Could it be that he was hiding his cultivation?

None of this was important, what was important was why the ancestors of the Ming Empire were here.

Han Yan took a deep breath, met Zhu Yunhe's gaze, and spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "Senior, the proverbs say that there is hatred for revenge, and injustice for revenge.

Zhu Yunhe coldly snorted and angrily said, "I don't care what you're doing in the Imperial Palace, get out of here now, or else I won't be polite anymore."

Han Yan's eyes became serious, and he said unhappily: "Senior, what you're saying is not in accordance with the rules! I did not kill your descendants, so what right do you have to let me leave? "

Zhu Yunhe was startled. After so many years, it was the first time he had heard someone dare to speak to him like that. He immediately waved his sleeves and spoke in a dense voice, "Brat, I think you're looking to die. He slapped the storage bag on his waist and a palm-sized white Imperial Jade Seal flew out. After the Imperial Jade Seal flew out, its entire body started to emit a dazzling white light, and with a whistle, it rushed straight towards Han Yan.

When white-haired old man saw the Imperial Jade Seal, he was stunned for a moment before sighing to himself, "Ancestor really had a killing intent. He even summoned his Imperial Jade Seal."

The instant the Imperial Jade Seal flew towards Han Yan, it suddenly enlarged and in the blink of an eye, it was already the size of a house.

If such a big fellow were to smash down, Han Yan would definitely die. Just as he was about to dodge, he discovered that his body was firmly locked onto by the opponent's consciousness, and could not even move half a step. Seeing the Imperial Jade Seal falling quickly, without thinking, Han Yan took out his flying sword and flew up. The flying sword struck the Imperial Jade Seal, and with a clang, the blade broke. The speed of the Imperial Jade Seal's descent slowed a little before it fell again.

Han Yan summoned his giant ax and the result was the same.

"foundation-building stage cultivator is indeed powerful." Under this attack, Han Yan basically did not have any leeway to retaliate, but he would not give up just like that. He hurriedly took out a bunch of runes from his storage bag and threw them at the Imperial Jade Seal. The symbols flew into the sky and burned on their own, transforming into a series of spells that struck towards the bottom of the Imperial Jade Seal.

Zhu Yunhe's eyes were filled with surprise. He said in shock, "I didn't think that a disciple of Fifth stage of Qi Refining Stage like you would have so many symbols. Don't forget, for a difference in cultivation, there is no way to make up for the difference in symbols. No matter how many symbols you take out, you will still have to die today. " He formed a hand seal with his hands and shouted in a low voice, "Fall!"

Along with Zhu Yunhe's voice, a large amount of spirit energy seemed to have gathered inside the Imperial Jade Seal, and the speed at which it fell suddenly increased.

At the same time, an astonishing pressure formed beneath the Imperial Jade Seal. The flowers and trees around Han Yan fell apart with a bang, transforming into pieces of wood splinters that floated in the air. Han Yan himself was not feeling well either, it was hard for him to breathe, his body seemed to have run over and blood was flowing out of his pores.

"Is he going to die just like that?" Han Yan was unwilling, he was only killing someone that he wanted to kill, why would these people stop him? Why did another expert suddenly appear and recklessly kill him? Why? Isn't it because you're not strong enough? If you were strong enough, who would dare treat you like this? Unfortunately, what use was there in wanting to be strong now? Would the other party be able to let him escape the Imperial Jade Seal alive?

The enormous pressure from the spirit energy caused Han Yan's feet to sink deep into the ground. He had already felt that his body's endurance had reached its limit, so before the Imperial Jade Seal could smash him into meat paste, the pressure would probably shatter his body. However, just as his body was about to collapse, a warm current suddenly came out from the storage bag and quickly spread throughout his body. At the same time, the pressure mysteriously disappeared.

Surprised, Han Yan immediately raised his head to look. The Imperial Jade Seal above his head was shrinking at an unimaginable speed. In the blink of an eye, it was only the size of a palm. What was even more unexpected was that with a flash of the white light, the Imperial Jade Seal actually flew in front of Han Yan. Under the different gazes of the crowd, he quickly entered his storage bag, as if he was very familiar with the route.