Chapter 97

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?!”

“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.@@novelbin@@

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!

Shen Cangtian gathered strength in his foot and stepped out, explosively charging towards Shen Yian.

“Bang!”

Just as Shen Cangtian’s fist was about to touch Shen Yian, a fist wrapped in white-gold flames struck his abdomen even faster. The tiles beneath their feet shattered completely, the impact causing the curtain of rain in the plaza to momentarily pause.

The first punch was what he wanted to throw. A mighty emperor who couldn’t even protect his mother was useless!

The white-gold flames flashed like a stream of light, and Shen Yian’s fist struck again. Shen Cangtian crossed his arms over his chest and barely blocked it. His body, which had not yet hit the ground, hit the red wall straight away.

The second punch was on behalf of his mother. An emperor who couldn’t even protect his own beloved woman was pathetic!

With a muffled boom, the thick red wall was covered in a spiderweb of cracks and finally collapsed in a large section.

After two punches, Shen Yian still didn’t feel satisfied and continued to attack!

Shen Cangtian patted the debris off his shoulders, his eyes blazing with purple-gold flames. Behind him, the four golden crows flew down from the sun wheel one by one, their tails still interlocked.

“Jiuu!!!”

The four golden crows spread their wings and cried out in unison. Endless waves of scorching heat burned through the dark clouds above the imperial palace, letting countless rays of heavenly light pour down.

Shen Yian felt the temperature in the plaza. An ordinary person would be roasted into charcoal here in no time, and even experts couldn’t stay long in such an environment. Was this the Eastern Emperor Scripture unleashed at full power by the old man in his anger? It was truly terrifying to the extreme.

Shen Cangtian’s body flashed and he continued to rush towards Shen Yian, his speed more than twice as fast as before.

“Boom!!!”

Shen Yian tilted his head to dodge this punch, only to see Shen Cangtian’s missed fist blast out a purple-gold pillar of fire several meters wide. The pillar forcibly carved out a rainless vacuum zone in the sky above Tianwu City.

“Jiu!”

At the same time, the four golden crows linked tails and transformed into golden light wheels, slicing in at high speed from four directions.

Shen Yian flashed backward, controlling his own sun wheel to deflect all four light wheels. Suddenly, his aura skyrocketed.

Eastern Emperor Scripture Seventh Stage – Purple Sun Rises in the East!

Boom!

The intertwined white flames instantly turned purple. Shen Yian’s sun wheel expanded several times, with ten golden crows now flying tail-to-tail upon it.

Shen Cangtian was so shocked he froze in place, completely unable to comprehend what was happening before his eyes.

Ten golden crows on the sun wheel?

Even the Shen Family ancestors had only managed to cultivate eight golden crows.

Clearly, this guy just now…

Shen Yian’s fist interrupted Shen Cangtian’s thoughts.

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!”