txolops Chapter 692 I am the Fourth Prince! You cannot kill me!
Chapter 692 I am the Fourth Prince! You cannot kill me!
Zhao Yan's pupils also contracted sharply.
He knew Chen Fan's personality better than anyone else!
Judging from his demeanor, this eunuch was always calm to the point of being cold-blooded, and would never do anything irrational due to a momentary impulse.
That's precisely why such people are most terrifying when they reveal their murderous intent.
He strode up to Chen Fan and lowered his voice, saying, "Lord Chen, Duan Wuliang deserved to die, and I will take the blame for you. But Zhao Yu cannot be killed. He is the king's own son. If you kill him, you will be making an enemy of the entire Zhao Kingdom, and no one can protect you. I will find another way to deal with the teleportation array. Please calm down."
Chen Fan glanced at Zhao Yan.
That gaze remained indifferent, yet it sent a chill down Zhao Yan's spine.
"Your Highness," Chen Fan spoke, his voice calm as usual, but his tone carrying an unprecedented resolve, "Today, I relinquish my position as a Golden Guardian. From this moment on, I have no further connection with His Highness the First Prince."
He untied the gold token from his waist and gently placed it in Zhao Yan's hand. Then he turned around to face Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu panicked completely.
He screamed and pulled a teleportation talisman from his sleeve, frantically trying to crush it, but was firmly rooted to the spot by an invisible force, unable to move even a finger.
The art of word identification!
He could only watch helplessly as Chen Fan walked towards him step by step, each step feeling like it was stepping on his heart, making his heartbeat erratic.
"Guards! Guards! Protect the Emperor!" Zhao Yu cried out desperately towards the outside of the palace.
A figure darted in from outside the hall.
The newcomer was a Nascent Soul stage cultivator under Zhao Yu's command. He had gray hair and beard, an aged face, and his dark green robe fluttered as he sped away.
He stood in front of Zhao Yu, his hands forming a hand seal. Dozens of dark green vines surged from his body, weaving a dense net of vines in front of him to protect Zhao Yu behind him.
"Chen Fan, how dare you! You dare to commit murder openly in the imperial city!" the Nascent Soul cultivator shouted sternly, his voice carrying an undeniable authority.
Chen Fan didn't even look at him.
He simply held the eleventh sword horizontally in front of him, and three faint lines appeared in the gray-white sword light on the sword!
The concepts of cause and effect, life and death, and stillness are integrated into the sword, transforming into a power that even those in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm must take seriously.
A single sword sweeps across.
The gray-white, arc-shaped sword light swept across the entire hall like a crescent moon, and the vine net set up by the Nascent Soul cultivator shattered like withered branches before this sword.
Before the sword's edge arrived, its intent had already reached the target.
The Nascent Soul cultivator felt an indescribable, overwhelming force come towards him, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily into the stone wall of the main hall, spitting out blood.
He struggled to get up, only to find that his meridians had been shattered by the sword intent, making him unable to fight again for a short time.
Zhao Yu has lost her last line of defense.
He slumped down at the entrance of the palace, his whole body trembling violently, and all the color drained from his face.
As Chen Fan walked step by step toward him, he suddenly burst into tears.
"Chen Fan, let me go. I'll give you anything you want—spirit stones, magic weapons, cultivation techniques, anything!" Zhao Yu's voice was completely distorted, filled with sobs and pleading. "I'm the Fourth Prince, you can't kill me. If you kill me, my father won't let you go, the Zhao Kingdom won't let you go. You'll be a wanted criminal throughout Tiannan Star, you can't escape..."
Chen Fan looked down at him and remained silent for a moment.
He recalled that this person had made things difficult for him from the very first time they met.
Even now, driven by his own selfish desires, he personally destroyed the teleportation array, shattering his decades-long hopes with a single blow.
"When our family emerged from the sealed land, we swore an oath," Chen Fan said in a calm, almost indifferent voice, "that we will never let anyone stand in our way again in this lifetime."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tip of Eleven's sword pierced Zhao Yu's chest.
Zhao Yu's pupils dilated suddenly as he looked down at the sword in front of his chest, his expression one of utter disbelief.
He seemed unable to accept this fact until his death!
A eunuch, a high-ranking official, and a stray dog who escaped from the desolate continent of Yu the Great—they actually dared to kill him.
Chen Fan drew his eleventh sword, made a hand seal with his left hand, and the Black Soul Banner flew out from his waist, its surface suddenly unfurling. A wisp of pale golden soul floated out from Zhao Yu's corpse, and before it could react, it was absorbed into the Black Soul Banner, rising and falling together with the million souls under the pull of the soul array.
The fourth prince, Zhao Yu, will have his soul forever imprisoned under the Black Soul Banner, unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation or be reborn!
The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.
Zhao Yan stood in front of the array platform, looking at the corpse on the ground dressed in a bright yellow python robe, and slowly closed his eyes.
He had anticipated that Zhao Yu would cause trouble, but he hadn't expected the man to be so stupid, and he certainly hadn't expected Chen Fan to actually act recklessly.
A moment later, he turned his back to Chen Fan, his voice low and hoarse: "Go. Go as far away as you can, and never come back to Zhao."
Chen Fan bowed to Zhao Yan's retreating figure, said nothing more, and turned to rush out of the hall.
He had just stepped out of the teleportation pavilion when he ran headlong into the protective array of the offering hall.
A dozen powerful auras surged into the sky from all parts of the imperial city, rushing towards the teleportation pavilion. The three leading figures were all at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, followed by a dozen early-stage Nascent Soul realm retainers, and then dozens of Nascent Soul Grand Perfection realm retainers.
Even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would have to think twice before attacking with such a display of power.
"Chen Fan! How dare you kill the Fourth Prince! Surrender now!" The leading mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator shouted, his voice booming like thunder across the imperial city.
He formed hand seals, and a fiery dharma image tens of feet tall appeared behind him, dyeing half the sky crimson.
Chen Fan ignored his challenge.
He turned around and instead of fleeing out of the palace, he sped towards the military teleportation hall on the south side of the main hall.
He had served as a Gold Medal Attendant in the Hall of Offerings for two years and knew every teleportation array in the complex like the back of his hand. The short-distance teleportation array in the Military Array Division's Teleportation Hall led directly to the East Sea Town Customs, and beyond the customs was the Boundless Sea.
The Boundless Sea is the territory of demonic cultivators and is not under the jurisdiction of the Zhao Kingdom.
As long as they can escape there, the Zhao state's retainers will no longer be able to pursue and kill them at will.
As he flew away, he thrust out a sword with his backhand.
Eleven's sword light transformed into a gray-white streak that swept across the sky, forcing back the two early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators who were chasing him the closest.
The two men felt an overwhelming and irresistible force of intent surge into their bodies as the sword light grazed their protective aura. Their protective aura trembled violently, and they almost fell to the ground. They dared not pursue them any further.
The gates of the Military Formation Teleportation Hall were now in sight.
When the guards at the palace gate saw Chen Fan rushing towards them, they all drew their swords.
Chen Fan didn't engage them in a prolonged fight. He unleashed a palm strike, sending several guards flying and crashing into the palace doors with a loud bang. He rushed into the palace, his gaze sweeping over the several teleportation arrays before quickly locating the one leading to the East Sea.