This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 111 Martial Emperor

It was early morning, and the vibrations from the burning incense drew everyone out of Yong'an. It was no secret that petals were falling like rain from the ancestral temple, and the fierce battle was laid bare before everyone's eyes.

Anyone who witnessed this scene was utterly shocked. Ordinary people only knew it was about catching thieves, but for those sword immortals and cultivators, it was the first time they had realized that so many masters were hidden within the capital of the Great Qian Dynasty.

The Fifth Heaven is a place of great honor in all nations, yet here, four warriors are engaged in a fierce battle within a single ancestral temple. This undoubtedly delivers a heavy blow to those hostile to the Great Qian Dynasty.

Zhan Aotian was one of them. He couldn't understand why a simple ancestral temple could cause such a drastic change. He had only sent people to steal the map of the Northern Region, but his men had disappeared without a trace.

What he saw sent a chill down his spine. For the first time, he realized that he had underestimated the Great Qian royal family. The water here was not what he had seen. He felt a bottomless sense of dread.

Many others shared this feeling. The battle on the seventh floor of the Flower Language Tower had long since ended, and Wu Xie, Zhan Wuqing, and the Eldest Princess and her group were all watching the great battle at the ancestral temple from upstairs.

At this moment, their feelings were a mix of emotions. Wu Xie realized for the first time that he might have made a mistake in coming to Yong'an in person. He was only at the fourth level of the Heavenly Realm. Although he could roam freely in the Northern Region, the appearance of four fifth-level Heavenly Realm experts here at once still shocked him.

The War Marshal's Mansion has been fighting the Wilderness for so long, and its highest combat strength is only at the fourth level. The Wilderness only has one or two people at the fifth level. Compared with Yong'an, it's like children fighting. He couldn't help but wonder if the Northern Region of the Great Qian really couldn't defeat the Wilderness after fighting for hundreds of years.

At this point, he was certain that all the men he had sent out had perished. In the face of such a massive battle, they were nothing more than ants.

Beside him, Zhan Wuqing gripped the railing tightly. His earlier arrogance was gone, replaced by unease. The intelligence had been wrong; Yong'an was not as simple as they had thought. A mere battle between four fifth-level cultivators had led to their complete defeat.

The eldest princess remained calm. She had long known of the extraordinary nature of the Great Qian capital, so she wasn't surprised by what she saw. However, upon witnessing the Falling Flower Sword Technique, she clenched her fist. The fact that the besieged fifth-level expert was a woman filled her with resentment, making her realize that she was far from being qualified. While her third-level strength might be respectable among the younger generation, she was incapable of participating in such a massive battle.

As for the others, they just watched the show, especially the Fourth Prince and Zheng Youqian, who clicked their tongues and sighed in amazement.

"Old Zheng, which shameless person went to the ancestral temple to cause trouble? They even brought out the ancestral elder. Now they've probably lost everything, haven't they?"

The Fourth Prince stared at Zhan Wuqing with a sly grin, mocking him mercilessly, as if to say, "You think you can be so arrogant?"

"The Fourth Prince is right. Everyone thought the ancestral temple was an easy target, but this time some people have kicked a hornet's nest. Judging from the situation, His Majesty has probably been alarmed as well."

Zheng Youqian chimed in, saying that the two were in cahoots and that if they didn't take the opportunity to mock each other, they wouldn't be the Yong'an Twin Fats.

“Not bad, not bad. I love seeing some arrogant people get their comeuppance. After tonight, some outsiders should behave themselves. In Yong'an, Daqian, arrogance comes at a price.”

Zhan Wuqing turned around coldly, about to retort to the mocking laughter, when he heard another gasp from beside him.

"My God, what is that?"

Before everyone's eyes, an unparalleled sword light descended from the heavens. Wherever the sword light touched, everyone was thrown to the ground, their horses and men sprawling. It swept through the entrance to the ancestral temple, and the Dragon-Patterned Imperial Guards were sent flying, falling in all directions like dumplings being dropped into the air.

The three old men who had blocked Ruoxue were shocked and turned to fight back together. However, their resistance was completely ineffective against this sword energy. They were all coughing up blood and falling to the ground after just a brief contact.

A single sword strike wiped out the entire area, and that was only because the person in the shadows didn't want to harm anyone. If she had wanted to, no one would doubt that this single strike could have killed everyone in the ancestral temple.

The sword light continued clearing the area until it reached Ruoxue before disappearing. In Ruoxue's vision, all those who stood in her way were cut down, and a path of sword energy appeared before her.

"If you don't leave now, when will you stay?"

A voice reached her ears, filling her with joy. It was the Lord of the Tower! She leaped forward, swiftly breaking through the encirclement along the path of sword energy. But at that moment, another unexpected event occurred.

"Hmph, how dare you act so presumptuously in my Great Qian Capital City."

A cold snort echoed from within the imperial palace. Ruoxue, who had already rushed to the gate of the ancestral temple, was caught off guard. An invisible force slammed into her back, sending her flying. She coughed up blood, and Xiao Xingchen, whom she was holding, was also thrown aside.

Both of them crashed down in front of the ancestral temple, rolling several times before coming to a stop. Ruoxue's face was pale. After rolling twice on the ground, she ran directly to Xiaoxingchen, raised her sword, and looked at the main entrance of the ancestral temple.

A figure in a dragon robe slowly appeared, accompanied by the leader of the Dragon-Patterned Imperial Guard.

"Your Majesty, you need not intervene. The Dragon-Patterned Imperial Guards are more than capable of handling the person before you."

A large sword was planted in front of the ancestral temple. The burly leader of the Imperial Guards with dragon patterns strode in, sword in hand, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Ruoxue's face was pale, and her body trembled slightly. She knew that the sect leader was nearby, but the Martial Emperor had actually come in person. What was the sect leader's true identity?

"Wang Mang, don't kill these two, just capture them,"

"I have received your orders."

Faced with the attack of the Dragon Pattern Imperial Guard, Ruoxue had no other choice but to fight desperately. With the Martial Emperor by her side, this time it would be difficult. Perhaps even the host would not have expected the Martial Emperor to take action personally.

Xiao Xingchen was jolted awake by the heavy fall to the ground. Feeling pain all over his body, he knew without a doubt that getting out of that door must have been difficult; otherwise, he wouldn't have fallen so badly. He felt like his back was about to break.

He looked up slightly at the trembling woman standing before him and couldn't help but sigh. Even now, Ruoxue hadn't abandoned him, which warmed his heart.

Emperor Wu?

His eyes flashed, and he saw a familiar figure standing with his hands behind his back in front of the ancestral temple. He thought to himself, "It seems the situation is not going well."

He tried to sense the demonic embryo and found that his spiritual space was now in complete chaos, with the demonic embryo, the battle sword, and the blade energy all mixed together in a lively mess.

This also means he's currently unable to utilize the extraordinary power of his spiritual platform. Although each of these three things alone could give him a fighting chance, their combination is simply disastrous.

The man wielding a large sword was closing in on Ruoxue. He knew that if he didn't find a way out, he would be finished this time.

"Ruoxue, you should leave, otherwise none of us will be able to leave."

In the end, he chose not to burden others. Things had come to this point; it was simply a matter of facing Emperor Wu again. He wasn't afraid, having experienced it before.

"You're awake? You think I don't want to leave? Too bad I can't leave now," Ruoxue said without turning her head.

The swords of the Dragon-Patterned Imperial Guards were extremely heavy, their tips scraping the ground with a hissing sound. Facing the approaching blades and the soft figure standing before him, Xiao Xingchen felt that he shouldn't end like this.

He absolutely cannot let a woman stand in his way; otherwise, he would lose face.