Chapter 97: Chapter 97

Chapter 97: I Beat Up My Dad

Zhao Hai’s voice came from outside Jin’an Palace.

Shen Cangtian (Emperor Wu) walked quickly at the front, his face extremely grave.

The moment he entered the bedchamber, Shen Yian turned and their eyes met.

Shen Cangtian’s head buzzed, and before his eyes seemed to appear a vast grassland. He roared with eyes bulging in rage: “Who are you?!”@@novelbin@@

“Your Majesty?!”

Zhao Hai and the others who followed closely behind were startled by Shen Cangtian’s roar. Seeing Shen Yian, they were all dumbfounded.

Why was there such a young man of unparalleled bearing in the Noble Consort’s bedchamber?!

Zhao Hai had the sharpest eyes. For some reason, he felt the young man’s brow bore some resemblance to His Majesty.

Shen Cangtian’s fists clenched with a cracking sound, but his peripheral vision noticed the infant’s cradle was empty. His rage instantly shot to the heavens.

Shen Yian said coldly: “She just turned the corner from danger, it’s not appropriate to disturb her. If you want to fight, let’s fight outside. Beat me, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know!”

There was something he had actually wanted to do for a long time.

“Fine!”

Shen Cangtian growled, then turned to instruct: “Zhao Hai, while I’m gone, forbid anyone from approaching this place.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

Zhao Hai’s eyes flashed fiercely. It was his first time seeing His Majesty so enraged. No matter who this young man was, today he absolutely could not leave the palace alive.

Seeing Shen Cangtian agree so readily, Shen Yian took a step and in the blink of an eye was already outside Jin’an Palace.

Such skill shocked those present once again.

“Your Majesty...” Zhao Hai wanted to speak up to remind him that this is the imperial palace, and there is no need for His Majesty to put himself in danger against such a master. It would be safest for everyone to surround and beat him up.

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Cangtian had already removed his dragon robe, revealing the tight-fitting clothes underneath, and strode into the rain.

Two figures flashed through the rain one after another, in the blink of an eye reaching the vast plaza before the Imperial Hall.

Waves of heat rolled off Shen Cangtian’s body, turning falling raindrops into wisps of white steam. Behind him appeared a great golden sun wheel, on which four golden crows flew tail-to-beak. Purple-gold flames intertwined on it, seeming to possess the power to burn the heavens and boil the seas.

The Shen Family’s ultimate skill, the Eastern Emperor Scripture!

Shen Yian took a deep breath. Behind him appeared his own sun wheel, with golden flames intertwined with streaks of white flame.

Shen Cangtian’s pupils shook. He didn’t continue to ask who the other was.

After all, they had agreed that if he won, the other would tell him the answer. Opening his mouth to ask now would just be a waste of breath and time!

The current Shen Cangtian was in the prime of his youth, with martial arts that reached the heavens. If thrown into the martial arts world, apart from those old monsters, no one of his age could match him.

But unfortunately, he had encountered Shen Yian, whose talent and strength were even more monstrous – and in Shen Yian’s dream, no less!

Shen Yian, at full power, pummeled Shen Cangtian from one side of the palace to the other, then back again. In the time it takes to burn half an incense stick, over half the palace was left battered and full of holes from their battle.

Shen Cangtian felt utterly frustrated. He wanted to fight back but found he had no chance to retaliate; his opponent’s speed was simply too fast.

The most humiliating part was that while the other’s punches hurt, they didn’t damage his internal organs. He felt like a human punching bag, constantly taking hits.

“Enough!” Shen Cangtian roared in mid-air.

Shen Yian pretended not to hear and punched out your front teeth with one blow.

“Ouch, sorry old man, I didn’t hold back enough,” Shen Yian said awkwardly, seeing the two bloody front teeth flying.

He had gotten too carried away and accidentally used too much force.

To be honest, fulfilling something he had always wanted to do felt incredibly satisfying from the inside out.

Although it was a dream, it felt very real. Beating up his own father in a dream shouldn’t count as actually beating him up, right?

Shen Yian hesitated for a moment before quickly concluding that it definitely didn’t count.

After all, it was just a dream. If he didn’t say anything, who would know he had beaten up the old man in his dream?

“Boom!”

Shen Cangtian fell heavily to the ground, creating a large crater. He stared at the sky with lifeless eyes and he was too exhausted to resist anymore.

“Get up, let’s continue. Don’t you want to know the answer?” Shen Yian landed with his hands behind his back and walked forward to enrage him.

“Who exactly are you?” Shen Cangtian asked through gritted teeth.

“What if I told you I’m your son? Would you believe me?” Shen Yian raised an eyebrow and replied softly.

Shen Cangtian: “???”

“Impossible! Who are you really?!”

“It’s true. My name is Shen Yian, I’m your sixth son.”

Shen Yian crouched down and blinked.

The name “Shen Yian” couldn’t be wrong; he had personally named his Sixth Son that. Thinking of the empty cradle in Jin’an Palace, Shen Cangtian doubted his life even more.

“Old man, I’m going to do something. If nothing goes wrong, four women will die. Will you hate me for the rest of your life?”

Shen Yian chuckled lightly, stood up, and looked towards Fengyi Palace.

“Long Yuan!”