Who hasn’t seen light? Anyone with eyes sees the glow of stars in the sky every day when they open their eyes. Light shines golden, silver, and colorful; it is the warmest companion of people, and everyone lives within it.
But what stood before them now was different. The light that flew in through the crack was more than just a brilliant glow—it carried power, a symbol of a divine force.
“Aurora!!!” a swordsman cried out in terror. His spirit shattered.
Of course, they had all seen the aurora before. It was the ultimate technique of the Light Sword Sect, originally the trump card of the vice-captain of the Swordsmen Corps, Jin De. They had seen Jin De slaughter countless enemies with the aurora, but none had ever imagined that one day its brilliance would erupt upon their own heads.
This was Yang Hao’s doing.
After exerting all his strength to kill Jin De, Yang Hao had become deeply intrigued by the sword techniques of the Light Sword Sect. By sheer coincidence, Hunyuanzi happened to know the method of cultivating the aurora technique. As a former cultivator, he summarized the knowledge, and after repeated study with Yang Hao, they actually managed to learn the aurora. Although it might not yet be the true method of unleashing it, its power was at least no weaker than Jin De’s.
Even more importantly, Yang Hao had chosen the perfect place to use it.
Once the aurora entered the Grand Palace, it scattered into thousands of thin beams of light, which shot out in all directions. Anyone struck by even a single thin beam was instantly torn apart.
The King’s Formation was powerful, yes—but it was meant to fight enemies. If someone attacked, the formation would activate immediately, regardless of whether it was a preemptive strike or a counterattack. Now, however, what flew in was not a person but countless beams of light, rendering the sword formation useless. The swordsmen, forced to abandon their positions, scattered in all directions, dodging frantically.
In an instant, the Royal Swordsmen Corps’ formation was completely ruined. However, these swordsmen were indeed elite fighters, and more than half of them managed to dodge the first wave of aurora beams.
If Yang Hao’s attack had only this much power, he probably wouldn’t have risked Long General’s life. The aurora had been used perfectly—but its true brilliance lay in what came next.
The Grand Palace was a golden house. Every pillar, floor, and wall was polished to a brilliant shine. When the thin beams of light struck these golden surfaces, they were instantly reflected at different angles.
Now the real chaos began. The aurora’s power kept refracting, and thousands of beams zipped through the palace at incredible speed, bouncing back and forth hundreds of thousands of times in just a few minutes. No matter how fast the swordsmen were, they could not possibly dodge all of it.
By the time the aurora’s energy finally faded, nearly all the swordsmen inside the Grand Palace were dead, their bodies torn apart by the beams. These were top-tier martial artists, but unfortunately, Yang Hao’s technique had perfectly exploited the environment, leaving them no chance to fight back—they could only die in bitter defeat.
Those outside the palace could not see what was happening inside, but they clearly heard the screams and the sounds of bodies exploding from within. The Imperial Guards were stunned that Yang Hao had managed to wipe out dozens of experts using just a small crack.
Yang Hao was naturally ecstatic. He had never looked so impressive in his life. Before, it had always been others bullying him with their martial prowess, but now, finally, he had turned the tables.
He listened carefully for a moment, and the screams inside finally quieted. Yang Hao exhaled in relief: “They’re all dead.”
“All dead?” The Imperial Guards stared blankly. Although Yang Hao’s technique was powerful, to kill dozens of swordsmen in an instant was nothing short of a miracle—something unheard of since ancient times. “Could this be a trap, trying to lure us in?” Many still doubted.
Yang Hao scoffed dismissively. He didn’t think it was a trap at all: “Relax. Everyone inside is definitely dead. if there’s even one survivor, I’ll write my name backwards.”
Yang Hao was very confident. His prior training had been effective—the aurora was no small feat each time he unleashed it. Moreover, the Grand Palace itself was made up of countless mirrored surfaces, and the light’s reflections would have multiplied its power. No one could possibly escape.
“Then go ahead and write it backwards!”
Just as Yang Hao was basking in his triumph, a cold voice suddenly came from inside the Grand Palace. Then, with a creaking sound, the door that General Long had dented began to slowly open. As designed, only a nuclear-powered switch could open the door from the inside.
Thus, one must never get too carried away. Yang Hao had been underestimated for so long, and finally having a moment of glory only to have it ruined—it was unbearable. He stared in shock as the door slowly opened, and from the golden doorway, from the pitch-black depths of the palace, from the bloody atmosphere, two figures walked out.
Two people—Yang Hao had thought not a single soul would survive, yet now two casually emerged. Even more troubling was that anyone who saw them would think they were simply impossible to kill.
“Wang Tao…” Yang Hao muttered bitterly, his voice dry. “You were inside all along.”
Indeed, one of the two who emerged from the Grand Palace was Wang Tao. The man was still devilishly handsome, his long hair draped over his shoulders. He wore the black uniform of an imperial officer, with golden embroidery running down his sharply creased trousers. If not for the current circumstances, one might have thought he was dressed to attend a military review.
Since Yang Hao’s team had launched their counterattack, they had not seen Wang Tao at all. They had assumed he wasn’t in the palace, but who would have guessed he had been hiding in the Grand Palace all along—and had even survived Yang Hao’s aurora attack.
“You only see me, but not your old flame?” Wang Tao tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.
Yang Hao had already noticed that, which was why his face was so grim. Wang Tao’s sword was pressed against a woman’s neck. Though she came out with Wang Tao, it was clear she had been held hostage for a long time and would now serve as his best shield.
This graceful and dignified woman, who remained composed even in danger, was none other than Empress Ming, the most revered figure on the planet Laimeng.
The Imperial Guards dropped to their knees in unison, too awed to even lift their heads before the Empress’s presence.
“How could this happen?” Yang Hao sighed, shaking his head. The balance of victory and defeat seemed to be shifting once again.
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