Great Gan Dynasty
Royal Palace
As the most magnificent palace of the Daqian Dynasty, the Daqian Hall, located in the very center of the imperial palace, is undoubtedly the most representative.
At this moment, the Imperial Guards, clad in golden armor, were densely packed throughout every passageway of the palace. The palace maids and eunuchs had vanished, and the Imperial Guards were stationed on the outermost layer, near the perimeter of the palace.
This can be considered the first layer of protection.
The Imperial Guards, the emperor's trusted confidants, guarded all the important passages of the palace, including the area around the Grand Hall, which looked like a golden sea.
Flying is not allowed inside the palace, nor can space be torn apart to appear suddenly, because beneath the palace lies a spirit array crafted by ancestors at great expense and using enormous rare and precious materials.
With this spiritual array in place, unless the Holy King himself arrives, everyone must wait and walk in obediently through the main gate of the palace.
At this moment, Qian Long sat on the high throne with a tense expression. The hall, which should have been filled with civil and military officials on ordinary days, was now filled with a golden sea, all exuding murderous aura. In their hands were long swords made of refined iron, their cold arcs gleaming in the air.
Standing ready for battle, countless people held their breath, their dark eyes revealing a resolute expression.
Despite the large number of people, the main hall was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.
"Xiao Duozi, where is Qian Qingyun?"
A young eunuch stood beside Qian Long.
The eunuch known as Xiao Duozi was taken aback for a moment, then nodded to Qian Long and quickly walked out, his figure gradually disappearing outside the hall.
A short while later, Xiao Duozi came in, covered in sweat and panting. He darted along a path leaning against the wall to Qian Long's side and whispered, "We've arrived at the capital. It's at most half an hour's journey to the palace."
Upon hearing this, Qian Long took a deep breath, a sense of unease rising in his heart, the kind that comes before a great battle.
He smiled at Xiao Duozi and casually said, "Do you think that kid can break in?"
Xiao Duozi knew exactly what to say at this moment, so he immediately bowed and said respectfully, "The palace is heavily guarded, with hundreds of thousands of imperial guards and tens of thousands of Jinwu Guards on standby. I'm sure that little rebel won't be able to break into the imperial city."
As soon as he finished speaking, a tremendous rumble was heard. Then, a brilliant spiritual light suddenly flashed above the imperial city, and the next moment, a protective shield was seen overturned over the imperial city, tightly protecting everyone inside.
Xiao Duozi shuddered violently and looked up at the sky in shock. There, he could see a person standing in mid-air with his hands behind his back. A gentle breeze blew through his clothes, giving him the air of a white-robed immortal.
"He is..."
The little boy's pupils constricted slightly.
At this moment, Qian Long stood up, his eyes wide, and said, word by word, "Qian! Qing! Yun!"
His eyes seemed to spit fire.
"kill!"
The Imperial Guards shouted in unison, and a powerful killing intent gathered.
Qian Long waved his hand casually, and the murderous aura disappeared. However, the many Imperial Guards looked up at the sky with fierce expressions.
"Qian Long, I'm here."
Qian Qingyun grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and then he slammed his hands together.
Splash!
In an instant, a massive wave of spiritual energy condensed behind him, then crashed fiercely against the protective barrier above the palace like a raging torrent.
Qian Long, who had thought the protective shield could withstand at least several attacks, was now ready to watch the show.
He had tried to make a move before, but it hadn't even caused a ripple, like a stone sinking into the sea, without any reaction.
He was confident in the power of the protective shield.
But then, something shocking happened.
The raging waves crashed down, causing violent ripples to spread across the surface of the protective shield. Then, countless cracks appeared like a spider web, eventually forming numerous regular hexagons. With a deafening roar, the protective shield vanished, dissipating into countless rays of light.
"you……"
Qian Long slammed his hand on the dragon throne and stood up abruptly, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"kill!"
At this moment, the Golden Guards knew their mission had come, and they roared. After Qian Long gave the order, tens of thousands of Golden Guards rushed forward.
Those hundreds of thousands of imperial guards were already terrified. They were just ordinary people. Even some of the guard captains were only martial artists with basic cultivation levels such as Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment. Compared to Qian Qingyun, who was now a Saint, they couldn't muster any fighting spirit.
Most of them had already fled in disarray, abandoning their armor and weapons.
"Ants".
Qian Qingyun, like a god, looked down at the dense golden figures, which swept towards him like a golden ocean.
He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had regained his composure.
With a flick of his sleeve, a gust of wind arose, and from within it, a dragon slowly appeared before crashing down like a meteor.
In a cleanup operation, roughly half of the Imperial Guards were lost. After losing consciousness, they fell heavily onto the beams of the palace like golden raindrops.
roar!
The dragon's breath exited, and the other half of the Golden Guards were directly burned away.
hiss!
Upon seeing this scene, Qian Long's eyes were filled with shock. Before he could react, the ethereal figure appeared before him.
"Uncle Thirteen, it's been a long time."
Qian Qingyun said with a smile.
But to Qian Long, that smile was like a venomous snake flicking its tongue; every seemingly unintentional movement was actually laced with deadly poison.
"You...are you really Qian Qingyun?"
Qian Longru couldn’t believe it no matter what. This was his cowardly nephew who was so afraid to even breathe loudly in front of him.
The person in front of me was completely different from the one in my mind; they were not the same person at all.
"Otherwise what? My dear uncle, you've had enough of this chair. Why don't you let me sit down too?" Qian Qingyun said with a smile, his eyes narrowed.
He then ignored Qian Long's reply and bypassed him, sitting openly on the dragon throne that symbolized the highest power in the empire.
He leaned back, comfortably shifted his position, then yawned contentedly, saying lazily, "To be honest, this chair is more comfortable than the one I had in the Crown Prince's residence."
He looked down at Qian Long and said, "Uncle Thirteen, you've been sitting in this position for so long, why don't you step down and let someone more capable take your place?"
In a single sentence, those in power were forced to relinquish their vested interests.
How is that possible?
Qian Long naturally disagreed.
Do you think I would agree?
Facing Qian Qingyun, his greatest asset, the Golden Guard, was gone, leaving him somewhat lacking in confidence when speaking to him.
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