A single word escaped his mouth; "Im-impossible..."

Mo Xie looked at Chu Zhuen and spoke; "Kid, if you dare step on the streets, never be afraid for your feet to be dirtied, else, you will be like a flask full of air."

Hearing Mo Xie's words, veins started to bulge out, never the less, he couldn't move an inch from his spot.

Seeing that Chu Zhuen has nothing more to say, Mo Xie's right hand opens as he gathers his comprehension towards it, displaying sword intent.

"My Prince!!!" Chu Zhuen's retainers immediately dash forward, trying to make it up to Chu Zhuen, but sadly, Mo Xie's hand is only a swing away from Chu Zhuen's neck.

The Sword Emperor was about to move, but Aiqing stopped him again: "Don't worry, he has so many guards, your intervention isn't even necessary."

The Sword Emperor chuckles, but never the less, even if it is Aiqing or whoever blocks his path, it will be nothing but trivial to him.

The Sword Emperor looked at Aiqing apologetically before vanis.h.i.+ng from his spot. He really took a liking towards Aiqing, after all, she resembles his late granddaughter. But keeping the peace is the Sword Emperor's priority.

Aiqing merely chuckles, with a wave of her hand, she summoned a fire barrier about ten meters wide around her and her mother, Shang Ting.

The Sword Emperor was caught by surprise, his technique suddenly vanished as he appeared, he looked at Aiqing in shock.

Aiqing chuckles: "I may be a fire path cultivator, but that doesn't mean that I`ll lose out when it comes to speed."

After Aiqing finished speaking, she wrapped her feet with flames and rushed towards the Sword Emperor.

The Sword Emperor didn't have a choice, he didn't want to harm even a hair on Aiqing's head, what can he do but merely be pushed; "Oh little apple, I merely wish to save your father from future troubles, let me."

Aiqing chuckles: "That is for my mother to decide, not yours though."

Hearing Aiqing's words, the Sword Emperor knew he couldn't change this little lad's mind: "I'm sorry for what I`m about to do."

The sword emperor vanished again, this time, appearing behind Aiqing as he tried to use his hand to make the latter unconscious.

"Flame Regalia!"

Aiqing's voice sounded, immediately, a sigil like flames appeared between her and the Sword Emperor, pus.h.i.+ng the latter a few meters away.

Aiqing chuckles: "You see, if you really wish to make me unconscious, you`ll need to at least dry me off of my Spiritual Energy."

The Sword Emperor felt speechless, he couldn't help but smile; "Then so be it."

Mo Xie's hand is almost at Chu Zhuen's neck, the latter's retainers are still a few meters away and n.o.body can stop this event.

But out of nowhere, a voice sounded.

"Husband..."

Mo Xie's descending hand halts, his gaze moves towards a firewall, staring at his lovely wife, Shang Ting is smiling at him and spoke: "That's enough."

Clearly, Shang Ting doesn't want to have Mo Xie dye his hands with blood, especially when they had just only recently reunited.

Mo Xie's expression softens, his deadlock scary face vanishes as his lips slowly form a smile, he nods at her removing his Sword Intent simultaneously.

He then looked at Chu Zhuen; "Consider yourself spared, make sure to use your second life for the best..."

"And try not to offend those that you can never dream of even defeating."

These words echoed in Chu Zhuen's ears, he didn't even dare to look at Mo Xie as he trembles in fear, he could only utter some words; "Demonic Technique..."

"Prince!"

"My Prince!"

At this moment, Chu Zhuen's retainers arrive, a.s.sisting Chu Zhuen's up, but the latter refuses to budge and spoke: "He... He used a demonic technique to suppress my Spiritual Energy!"

The elders by Chu Zhuen's side looked at each other, after a while, all of them shook their head.

Chu Zhuen's strongest elder spoke; "My prince, you are still inexperienced, he merely targeted you with his killing intent and murderous aura. Both of this creates illusions of myriads of blood, showing you the amount of experience he had in battle, the number of people that had dyed his hands red."

Staring for the last time at Chu Zhuen's pitiful state, Mo Xie moves towards Shang Ting: "Aiqing, stop playing and follow me and your mother."

"Murderous aura... Killing intent..." Chu Zhuen uttered as his complexion slowly changes.

The elder saw Chu Zhuen's fighting spirit soaring again, previously, they couldn't do a thing due to the Sword Emperor pressuring them, but as soon as the Sword Emperor entered sparring with Aiqing, the pressure immediately vanishes.

But right now, Chu Zhuen's not in any condition to fight; "My prince, do not do anything rashly, your soul has been shaken and you wouldn't be able to use your Spiritual Energy!"

The Elder warned as he grabs ahold of Chu Zhuen's arm.

Chu Zhuen glared at Mo Xie, remembering the humiliation he suffered from him, he couldn't contain his anger, his rage anymore; "Even without Spiritual Energy, I am a strength path cultivator, I can squash you like a bug!"

"Prince!"

"My Prince!"

Chu Zhuen is a strength path cultivator, their physique would surpa.s.s other cultivator's by a huge margin, and can display destructive might just with pure physical strength, adding the boost from Spiritual Energy, they can crush their way towards any enemies with enough strength.

Right now, Chu Zhuen's mere physical strength can already crush an Earth ranked cultivator to smithereens, what more can a bronze ranked cultivator do to him? Well, that's what he thought.

As soon as Chu Zhuen finished speaking, he launches an attack towards Mo Xie, his two fists tightly clenched together as he jumps up, aiming to crush Mo Xie.

Mo Xie was about to activate some defensive skills, but he then remembered, he received something.

Mo Xie faced his back and looked at Chu Zhuen: "Let's see what this baby really got."

As he finished speaking, Mo Xie clenched his right fist while his left moves forward to measure the distance between them.

What Mo Xie is talking about was the physique that he got from the Sword Demon Mountain, the Tyrannical G.o.d's physique!

Their distance comes shrinks as Chu Zhuen smirks; "A mere bronze ranked plebian like you dare to block me?! DIE!!!"

All of the people from the surrounding felt shaken, this is not a mere street fight but a fight between two people with a great status. Whoever dies, both parties will definitely suffer from future problems.

Mo Xie's eyes darken; "I've already given you a chance, but since you're too persistent, let me guide you... to your death!"

Mo Xie and Chu Zhuen both launched their attack, but seeing Mo Xie's fist, Chu Zhuen actually s.h.i.+vered, there's a might following his fist, far stronger, more brutal than his by more than a hundred folds!

"SAVE ME!"

"PRINCE!"

The people from the surrounding felt it too, the mere physical pressure that Mo Xie exerted is too wild!

One of the elders managed to make it in time, he held Chu Zhuen's body and tried to dodge, but something he didn't expect happened.

Mo Xie's fist increased in speed.

"Martial Intent!" Sword Emperor howls.

Hearing his words, the Elder trying to save Chu Zhuen s.h.i.+vers but still persisted in evading.

Boom!!!

A huge sound echoes throughout the whole of the Throne room, clouds of dust appears everywhere as Mo Xie's fist slammed through the roof, specks of rocks flew from all over.

Mo Xie's vision is still quite clear, he looked at the few silhouettes on the ground before continuing his walk towards Shang Ting; "Let's go."

Shang Ting smiled wryly but nods her head, meanwhile, Aiqing patted the Sword Emperor's shoulder; "See you, grandpa, next time bring me some more sweets!"

Mo Xie decides to take a rest for the day, not even saying goodbye to anyone else, he's not in the mood really.

Soon, the clouds of dust slowly clear as the silhouettes of the elders that are with Chu Zhuen can be seen.

An elderly looking man held Chu Zhuen with one arm; "My prince, wake up."

Chu Zhuen lost his consciousness when he was struck by Mo Xie, his eyes slowly open; "What happened... where did h-"

"Kuk!"

Chu Zhuen suddenly folds as he looked at his right arm, realizing what happened, the pain suddenly a.s.saulted his body; "MY ARM!!! MY ARM!!!"

Chu Zhuen repeatedly screamed to the top of his lungs.

The strongest elder, the one that saved Chu Zhuen looked at the other elders; "I'll leave the prince in your hands, make sure to bring him home, even if he fights all of you."

The other elders nod their head, the pained expression on their face can be seen: "We will do it even with the cost of our lives."

The elder smiled as he lumps down on the ground, lifelessly as he looked at Chu Zhuen with an expression of sadness.

Chu Zhuen was still crying not even noticing one of his elders had actually died. The Elders held Chu Zhuen's body; "Let's go."

All of the elders nod their head, looking at Si Baili and the Sword Emperor one more time before making their retreat.

Everyone in the throne room felt shocked, speechless, and numb... A person at the Bronze rank actually destroyed an expert with brute strength?! And even killed an initial stage Heaven Encompa.s.sing ranked Coralist at that!

"This... I will follow them." The sword emperor couldn't help but be worried, he made his move not waiting for others to answer him.

One of the observers then spoke: "It only took a single punch..."

Everyone around him could only nod, they won't even believe it if they didn't see it themselves, the whole of the throne room became dead silent, n.o.body dared to move as they couldn't really digest what really happened.