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Chapter 1381 Establishing Prestige

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    At the banquet, there were a total of twelve saints, almost all of whom were descendants of former ministers of the Central Empire of the Ming Dynasty. They were among the most powerful men under the throne of Ming Jiang.

    Of course, there are still some saints who are too far away from Shengming City and will not be able to come back for a while.

    "Ruochen, is it really you? Eight hundred years, eight hundred years, where have you been?"

    King Mingjiang, who was sitting at the top, suddenly stood up and faced Zhang Ruochen with a somewhat excited expression.

    King Mingjiang looks to be fifty years old, nearly eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a broad body. He wears a silver crown carved with a dragon on his head and a silver robe. His body contains rich holy energy and blood, just like skin.  There is a divine dragon dormant inside.

    When facing Zhang Ruochen, the momentum emanating from King Mingjiang's body became stronger and stronger.

    In Zhang Ruochen's eyes, the opposite side was like an overwhelming wave, rushing towards him.

    "The king among the saints, the Twelve Emperor's Uncle has indeed entered the realm of the saint king." Zhang Ruochen secretly said.

    " If it were another saint, even a true saint, who would be impacted by the holy power of a holy king, he would inevitably lose his composure, feel fear, retreat, bow, or even kneel.

    A big gap in realm is the gap between a python and a real dragon.

    Zhang Ruochen, however, remained calm as he summoned Shen Yuan's ancient sword and thrust it into the ground. Suddenly, a sharp sword intent burst out, tearing apart the surging power of the Holy King.

    "Uncle Twelve Emperors, as a holy king who has practiced for nearly a thousand years, still can't let his power be freely controlled?" Zhang Ruochen said coldly.

    Originally, Zhang Ruochen came to see King Mingjiang with the mentality of meeting a relative.

    But the other party didn¡¯t think so, and actually tried every means to frighten Zhang Ruochen, and even tried to suppress Zhang Ruochen.

    Zhang Ruochen naturally wanted to change his mentality and show a strong side as the crown prince.

    "You are so bold. You dare to talk to Master Twelve like this. You are too presumptuous."

    An old man wearing holy armor spoke with an accent and scolded Zhang Ruochen.

    This person's name is Yan Kaixuan. His cultivation has reached the realm of true saints. He is also known as the "True Saint of Triumph". His strength is enough to rank among the top three under King Mingjiang.

    The True Sage of Triumph stood up and said: "You dare to show off your weapons in front of a holy king. Fortunately, you may be the son of Emperor Ming, otherwise, you would have turned into a dead body at this moment."

    Zhang Ruochen glanced at the True Sage of Triumph and said, "What does it mean to be possible? In other words, are you doubting the identity of this prince?"

    "Yes, I doubt your identity. As we all know, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince died in a palace incident eight hundred years ago. At that time, many court elders and ministers saw his body with their own eyes. Even if the Crown Prince  His Highness is not dead, and should be over 800 years old now, instead of a young boy like you." The Holy Saint of Triumph said very rudely.

    Next to him, another Holy Mirror figure echoed, saying: "You are a prince from a small border country, but you claim to be the crown prince of the Shengming Central Empire. Do you think we are all fools?"

    Granny Bai Su snorted coldly: "Yan Kaixuan, Wang Ji, your fathers are still alive, and you must salute the prince when you see him. How dare you two speak to His Highness the prince in such a tone, I will never let you go today."  ."

    Zhang Ruochen stopped Granny Bai Su who was about to take action, and then walked towards the True Sage of Triumph, stared at him carefully and said, "You practice the "Shen Zhao Tian Gong", you should be a descendant of the Yan family, right? Yan Xuan is you  who?"

    The True Sage Triumphant was slightly shocked. This man just glanced at him and actually saw through his cultivation technique, which was quite impressive.

    True Saint Triumph¡¯s face remained unchanged and he said, ¡°It¡¯s my father.¡±

    "Wow¡ª¡ª"

    Zhang Ruochen grabbed the hilt of Shen Yuan's ancient sword. In an instant, the flow of time in the palace became extremely slow.

    The force inscriptions in Shen Yuan's ancient sword emerged, making the sword weigh more than ten million kilograms, and it swung directly towards the neck of the True Saint of Triumph.

    How could True Saint Triumph have expected that Zhang Ruochen would suddenly attack him.

    In the field of swordsmanship and time, even with his cultivation in the early stage of True Saint, he had no time to resist.

    "Pfft."

    Shen Yuan's ancient sword split the holy armor and struck at the neck of True Saint Triumph. The sword sank downwards, cutting off his collarbone, and pressed True Saint Triumph's legs to bend and he knelt heavily on the ground.

    "Boom!"

    There are spider web-like cracks on the ground, and even the underground defensive formations are somewhat unable to hold up.

    Zhang Ruochen¡¯s time sword technique is still at the third level.It is impossible to surrender to them.  Yan Kaixuan said.

    Wang Ji snorted coldly: "For eight hundred years, we have been fighting and fighting with the imperial court. The hatred is getting deeper and deeper. Taking the initiative to seek refuge with them is tantamount to being trapped without mercy, and the end will only be worse."

    "I don't know how many elders of our Bai family were brutally killed by the imperial court. I don't know how many female relatives have become playthings on the beds of imperial officials. Even if they die, it is impossible to submit to them."

    Zhang Ruochen said: "In other words, we are just going to continue to hide in the dark corners and live an ignoble existence? There is no way to take revenge, and we cannot surrender and submit. If we are caught, the fate will be worse than death. Isn't that true?"

    The whole place was silent.

    Someone wanted to refute, but in the end they just moved their lips but couldn't say a word.

    It has to be said that Zhang Ruochen touched their sore spot.

    "How difficult it is for you to live, why don't you follow this prince? Maybe this prince can give you a different future. Maybe the Shengming Central Empire can be rebuilt, and it will be more glorious and prosperous." Zhang Ruochen said.

    Yan Kaixuan bit her lip tightly and said, "Your Highness, are you too confident? Everyone can say bold words, but that doesn't mean everyone can do it."

    "If so, within ten days, this prince can destroy the Lingxiao Palace. Do you still believe me? Do you still surrender to me?"

    Zhang Ruochen's eyes were a bit sharp, staring in the direction of Lingxiaotian Palace, and the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword in his hand gave off a frightening cold light.

    Hearing this, all the saints present were shocked in their hearts.

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