Yang Hao arrived at Kan Ling’s place almost at midnight. He flew directly through the window into her room, avoiding the need to explain to Kan Ling’s parents why he was having a secret relationship with their daughter, or his connection with the princess.
As Yang Hao suddenly burst through the window into Kan Ling’s bedroom, Xian Lan was in the middle of shamelessly badmouthing Yang Hao. She had already recounted his misdeeds from age five all the way to twenty-five, and was about to delve into some rather risqué topics.
Xian Lan was speaking animatedly, clearly enjoying herself, so much so that she didn’t even notice Yang Hao standing behind her, silently listening for quite some time.
“Do you know who you’re talking about? His name is Yang Hao too?” Yang Hao asked coldly.
“Ahh! Ghost!” Xian Lan screamed, jumping up, only to be caught mid-air by Yang Hao like a chicken in his grasp. “You… what do you want? If you touch me again, I’ll scream rape!”
“You’ve got no looks and no figure. Who would have time to rape you?”
Yang Hao had to exert great restraint not to strangle this despicable woman.
While Xian Lan was ranting about Yang Hao, Kan Ling was in the shower. Hearing the scream from outside, she thought something had happened to Xian Lan. She rushed out wearing only a bathrobe, her hair still wet.
“Why are you here…?” Kan Ling was momentarily stunned, her eyes reddening. “Yang Hao, put Xian Lan down.”
Yang Hao angrily tossed Xian Lan onto the bed. He really couldn’t understand these women. They were supposed to be rivals, yet they insisted on being friends. It was utterly absurd.
“What are you here for?” Kan Ling asked softly.
“I’m here to tell you. No matter what, you’re my woman, mine alone!” Yang Hao said fiercely. “Wait for me. I’m going to the Emperor right now to break off the engagement.”
“No!” Kan Ling was startled. Even though she was genuinely upset and jealous, she still understood the bigger picture. The Emperor’s arrangement of the engagement was a well-known strategy to counter the Senate.
But Yang Hao was like an arrow already released, unable to turn back. He placed an exquisite box on the table and, without saying another word, quickly departed on his Shadow Moon toward the imperial palace.
“Barbarian! Country bumpkin!” Xian Lan grumbled as she got up from the bed, rubbing her sore arm. She wanted to say a few more bad things about Yang Hao but stopped when she saw a scene that was too touching to interrupt.
Kan Ling took the wind chime that Xian Lan had long desired from the box and hung it by her window. She then sat on the windowsill, leaning against the wall, her legs dangling outside, listening to the pleasant sound of the wind chime while gazing into the distance.
The artificial moonlight poured down from miles above, wrapping Kan Ling in a silver glow. This woman, radiant like dewdrops, was particularly enchanting.
At the imperial palace.
After several fierce battles, the Imperial Guard had suffered heavy losses, with more than half of their elite forces destroyed. They could no longer endure further strain.
But precisely at such a time, Qin Feng became even more cautious. He knew that there was no longer any possibility of peaceful coexistence between the Senate and the royal family. The Emperor was in constant danger of assassination, and at such a moment, Qin Feng was the Emperor’s final line of defense.
Therefore, on this night, the head of the Imperial Guard, Qin Feng, personally led the patrol, which greatly surprised the Black Armor warriors.
Qin Feng was patrolling the east gate when he suddenly sensed a massive energy wave in the sky. Normally, all energy within the imperial palace should have been stable, and any additional fluctuations would signal the presence of intruders.
But this signal was too large and came too quickly.
Qin Feng barely turned his head when he saw the intruder. It was a fireball as large as the artificial moon, flying out of the endless darkness and crashing into the Emperor’s sleeping quarters.
“There’s an assassin!” Qin Feng shouted. “Protect the Emperor!” Without waiting for the Imperial Guard to react, he clapped his hands together and flew toward the sleeping quarters like black smoke. But no matter how fast Qin Feng moved, he couldn’t match Yang Hao’s speed. Yang Hao’s strike was precise and ruthless, directly targeting the Emperor’s sleeping quarters.
He naturally had no intention of assassinating the Emperor but wanted to make a strong statement.
Yang Hao’s approach was fierce, and without any resistance, it could have destroyed half of the sleeping quarters.
However, just as he was about to land, a sword appeared. This sword was peculiar; it didn’t carry overwhelming power or a special sword technique. It was simply extended like a brushstroke in a watercolor painting.
It targeted Yang Hao’s weak point as he descended.
Yang Hao had no choice but to block with Shadow Moon, slowing his descent slightly.
The sword was deflected but reappeared from another angle, still moving slowly and effortlessly.
This time, Yang Hao couldn’t afford to underestimate it. The person wielding the sword was indeed extraordinary. What he wielded wasn’t power but the true essence of swordsmanship. His sword skills didn’t even require the support of Saint-level power, yet they possessed immense destructive force.
Shadow Moon was drawn again, clashing with the sword. However, Yang Hao’s immense force was like a cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace. Instead, Shadow Moon whirred back, as if it had suffered a minor setback.
Then came the sword’s third strike.
Yang Hao’s momentum was completely halted. He had no choice but to reveal himself and retreat at least ten steps to avoid the sword’s sharp edge.
An old man, as old as one could imagine, wearing a loose gray robe, stood not far from Yang Hao. The old man held a sword in his hand, gripping it in a strange way—only two fingers were used, as casually as using chopsticks.
The Emperor sat on his bed, coldly watching Yang Hao.
Even though Yang Hao had a thick skin, he knew that breaking in like this was a serious offense. He cleared his throat to dispel the awkwardness. “Your Majesty, you even sleep with experts around?”
“Lord Yang Hao, coming to test the palace’s defenses so late at night? Truly thoughtful,” the Emperor sarcastically remarked.
Yang Hao turned to look at the old man.
“This is my master, the Empire’s Chief Sword Saint,” the Emperor introduced briefly.
Yang Hao exclaimed in realization. He immediately understood that the person before him was a legendary figure in the Galaxy Empire, the first Sword Saint independent of the Senate, and the royal family’s highest guardian.
The old Sword Saint smiled slightly and nodded at Yang Hao. “You’re quite good, very good indeed.”
Yang Hao respectfully bowed. He could be arrogant toward others, but in the presence of such an extraordinary being, there was nothing to do but show respect.
After the Zenith Sect unified everything, all cultivators were incorporated into the Senate system. Only this old Sword Saint managed to break free, forming the Empire’s Sword Saint system. The old Sword Saint endured over twenty years of pursuit by the Senate, and the Elders could never catch him. In the later years, the old Sword Saint even taught three disciples.
Emperor Yinglie, the wandering hero of the universe, Situ Hai, and the commander of the Imperial Guard, Qin Feng.
These three disciples had reached (or once reached) the peak of the Saint realm. Such achievements and legends were almost irreplaceable, except by the Zenith.
Emperor Yinglie’s expression softened slightly. “You can come to the palace during the day. Breaking in at night, aren’t you afraid of making Feng angry?”
“I can’t wait,” Yang Hao said bluntly. “I want to break off the engagement.”
“What do you want to do?” Emperor Yinglie frowned.
“I want to break off the engagement.”
“What exactly do you want to do?” The Emperor’s tone was very, very displeased.
Yang Hao steadied himself and finally repeated one last time: “I want to break off the engagement! I won’t marry Xian Lan. I want to be with Kan Ling.”
Emperor Yinglie fell silent.
The entire sleeping quarters became eerily quiet. Even the whistling of the wind through the window seams was clearly audible. Except for the lamp by the bed, the rest of the room was dim and dark. Yang Hao’s shadow stretched long on the ground, making him appear even more desolate.
“Young man,” the old Sword Saint broke the suffocating silence. “You are very powerful. It’s rare for someone your age to achieve so much. But youth and success often make one a target. I had a disciple who reached the peak of the Saint realm at twenty, with an unparalleled talent for swordsmanship. But now, he can’t rise from his defeat. So you must think carefully before doing anything, don’t act impulsively and cause regret.”
“I’m different from Situ Hai,” Yang Hao knew who the old Sword Saint was referring to. “I’ve thought it through, and I’ve always been clear. I don’t like Xian Lan, nor do I like political exchanges. If I want to overthrow the Senate, I hope to do it with my own strength.”
“Your own strength?” The old Sword Saint sighed. “How much strength do you have? Your Dan Ding Sect can defeat the Ten Sword Streams, but can it take on three hundred Elders? Can you and He De defeat nine peak Saint experts? The Senate has existed for hundreds of years, and its current power is beyond imagination. Three hundred Elders mean three hundred Saint experts. This force is something even the Hidden Dragon Pavilion can’t resist, let alone you.”
“You’re right. If there’s really a war, I can’t hold out,” Yang Hao had to admit.
The old Sword Saint nodded, appreciating Yang Hao’s attitude. “The Senate wants the Emperor to exchange your life for the Hidden Dragon Pavilion. Anyone with a brain knows what choice to make.
The Emperor values talent, so he arranged this marriage to protect your life. If you break off the engagement, you’re completely rejecting the royal family’s help, as well as the help of the Merchant Guild and the Intelligent Brain King. When the Senate completely takes over the Hidden Dragon Pavilion and returns to Earth, what capital will you have to protect yourself and those around you?”
“I won’t negotiate with the Senate,” Yang Hao said bitterly. “The feud between me and the Senate, and between me and the Zenith, can never be resolved through negotiations. Since we’ll eventually have to fight to the death, I won’t sacrifice my woman.”
“Marriage is the best option now. It can give you more time,” the old Sword Saint advised one last time.
“I have my own decision,” Yang Hao stood his ground.
“What do you want to do?” Emperor Yinglie looked tired.
Yang Hao announced a decision that shocked everyone: “I want to save the Hidden Dragon Pavilion. I’ll go alone, without any help from the royal family. The Hidden Dragon Pavilion is besieged partly because of me. I’ll take responsibility for this and ensure that the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, which has been passed down for five thousand years, isn’t destroyed.”
“Hmph!” The old Sword Saint took a deep breath, his eyes showing surprise and admiration.
“Foolhardy bravery,” Emperor Yinglie shook his head. “At your young age, you still want to show such reckless courage. Do you want to become the second Situ Hai?”
Situ Hai reached the peak of the Saint realm at twenty, unmatched in the world. But to stop the Empire’s warships, he was almost completely destroyed. Although saved by the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, he never recovered his martial arts skills and has been addicted to alcohol ever since.
The old Sword Saint kept his eyes on Yang Hao: “Young man, do you know what three hundred Elders mean? A single Saint expert can already shake the world, but that’s three hundred Saint experts. Plus eight peak Saint Elders, it’s almost the entire Senate coming out in full force. Not to mention you, even if the royal family uses all its strength and I lead the charge, we can only manage a mutual destruction. The Hidden Dragon Pavilion will still be destroyed. Do you really think you can save the Hidden Dragon Pavilion alone?
That’s more realistic than a dream.”
“This isn’t foolhardy bravery,” Yang Hao smiled, unusually calm. “The Senate is besieging the Hidden Dragon Pavilion. Whether you hand me over or not, the Hidden Dragon Pavilion will be destroyed. This is irreversible. And I, my feud with the Senate, is destined to make the Dan Ding Sect the next victim after the Hidden Dragon Pavilion is destroyed. Since that’s the case, since the Elders have already arranged everything, I might as well go against the current. Take a bold step.”
“Do you want to fight with your back to the wall?” The old Sword Saint mused.
“In the eyes of the Elders, the Hidden Dragon Pavilion is already a dead man, and so am I. Then let this dead man save the Hidden Dragon Pavilion.” A chilling aura surged from Yang Hao. “Since this matter started with me, let me end it.”
Emperor Yinglie looked at Yang Hao’s extraordinary boldness, his hands tightly clenched, but a faint bitter smile appeared on his face: “Have I really grown old? A child’s ambition can make me feel fear.”
“Your Majesty, that kind of气势 that can swallow ten thousand miles like a tiger needs someone to inherit it,” Yang Hao said without humbling himself.
Emperor Yinglie’s gaze at Yang Hao became gentle, as if looking at his own child: “You’re leaving, which means you’re breaking with the royal family. Don’t mention Xian Lan, but you’re doing all this for Kan Ling. Is it worth it?”
“She stabbed her master for me in the palace. No one asked her if it was worth it,” Yang Hao lowered his head and said softly.
Emperor Yinglie sighed without speaking, shaking his head after a long time: “Maybe I really am old, making mistakes, thinking that survival is more important than anything else.”
Even the air became a bit bitter. Yang Hao finally said, “Your Majesty, there must be a traitor near you who caused the Hidden Dragon Pavilion and the Trapped Dragon Formation to be exposed. Please be cautious.”
After saying that, Yang Hao turned to leave.
“Stand still,” the old Sword Saint called Yang Hao back. “Kneel down.”
Yang Hao hesitated for a moment and asked Hun Yuan Zi: “I’ve never even knelt to you. Do I really have to bow to a master now?”
“Hmph, I don’t care about these formalities. That little brat might give you some benefits.” After saying that, Hun Yuan Zi fell asleep again, but he was quite pleased with his apprentice’s respect.
Yang Hao knelt on one knee.
“I’ll only do this once. Watch carefully.” The old Sword Saint extended his hand, wrist twisting in a way that defied logic, drawing a dazzling arc, finally cutting downward with a fist. “The sword is still in hand!” the old Sword Saint said.
This move, He De had done it, and Emperor Yinglie had done it too, but the old Sword Saint did it very slowly, allowing Yang Hao to see clearly.
Yang Hao imitated it once and said, “The sword is still in hand!”
The old Sword Saint smiled in satisfaction and placed a black iron ring on Yang Hao’s finger: “From today on, you are the leader of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, commanding all the Hidden Dragons and the Dragon Blessing Legion.”
“Master!!” Emperor Yinglie exclaimed in shock.
“Master!!” Qin Feng, who had just rushed in, was also astonished.
Yang Hao was even more stunned and confused. He came today to announce the broken engagement and prepare to go alone to save the Hidden Dragon Pavilion. How did he suddenly become the leader of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion? Even though the old Sword Saint was the previous leader, it wasn’t surprising, but shouldn’t he have passed it on to one of his three apprentices?
“Why?” Yang Hao’s mind was full of questions.
“Just like you said, that kind of momentum that can swallow ten thousand miles like a tiger needs someone to inherit it,” the old Sword Saint turned his back, no longer looking at Yang Hao. “You are the inheritor of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion. This is not my decision, but the will of the Hidden Dragon’s spirit.”
Emperor Yinglie felt somewhat disheartened.
He naturally knew that the old Sword Saint was the leader of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion and had been looking for a new leader to inherit for a long time. Emperor Yinglie sometimes thought that if it had been a few decades earlier, he might really have had the qualifications to become this leader. But now, there were too many interests to balance, and his fighting spirit had long been worn down.
Qin Feng was even less likely. Qin Feng was the kind of gloomy person who could never see the light of day.
So when the old Sword Saint handed over this ring, which represented the leader of the most powerful organization in history, to Yang Hao, Emperor Yinglie and Qin Feng both felt indescribable emotions, even a bit jealous of Yang Hao.
Yang Hao not only had the power of the peak of the Saint realm, but also the courage to swallow the sky and earth when he was young. And this spirit of becoming stronger after each setback, the spirit of never dying, was the very foundation of the Hidden Dragon’s survival.
That night in the imperial palace was destined to be sleepless. After the surface fluctuations quickly passed, no one knew how much power had actually changed hands. The largest anti-Senate force outside the royal family finally fell into Yang Hao’s hands, and the miracle of five thousand years finally had the opportunity to continue once again.
When Yang Hao returned to the Dan Ding Sect, it was already past midnight. His mood was complex, as if there was something heavy like the ring on his finger stuck in his chest. When he flew to the Dan Ding Sect’s manor, he suddenly saw a five-colored holy light shooting up from inside the sword sect.
Yang Hao feared something unexpected had happened inside, so he hurriedly flew to where the holy light was coming from. There, He De was standing majestically, one hand on Long Yun’s waist. And those dazzling holy lights were actually shooting out from Long Yun’s body.
“Haha!” Yang Hao was overjoyed. “Long Yun, you’ve finally reached the Saint realm!”
Everyone in the room cheered with Yang Hao. Today was indeed a big day. Xie Fengting, Maya, XII, Zhuge Jian, and several other experts from the Hao Sword Group were all there, witnessing the moment Long Yun officially stepped into the Saint realm.
A few months ago, during the fierce battle to protect the Dan Ding Sect, Long Yun had already shown signs of ascending to the Saint realm. After He De arrived, the old bear had been helping Long Yun cultivate and taught him many secret cultivation methods. After a period of retreat, Long Yun finally became a Saint expert. Welcome to visit wap.101du.net
Long Yun was surrounded by everyone, rarely having such a cheerful moment. A group of people were clamoring for Long Yun to quickly treat the entire Dan Ding Sect to drinks, which embarrassed Long Yun so much that he turned to Yang Hao for help.
Seeing everyone so cheerful, Yang Hao didn’t know how to bring up his plan to go to the Hidden Dragon Pavilion. It was obvious that the mission to rescue the Hidden Dragon Pavilion was a near-certain death sentence, almost a guaranteed fatal journey. As soon as Yang Hao set off tomorrow, the chances of him returning were estimated to be very slim.
Tonight, Yang Hao originally wanted to say goodbye to everyone. He didn’t want anyone from the Dan Ding Sect to follow him to their deaths. He didn’t want that before, and now that he had become the leader of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, he wanted it even less. But now that his friends were all in high spirits, Yang Hao didn’t know how to bring it up.
After all, Maya had some soul connection with Yang Hao and understood him better than anyone else. Not long after, this woman noticed the change in his mood.
“Yang Hao?” Maya looked at him suspiciously. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Nothing.” Yang Hao blinked. “Nothing at all.”
“You must have been dumped by Kan Ling again.” Xie Fengting laughed. “Yang Hao, you have so many beauties, and this is your first time being dumped, right?”
“Don’t be ridiculous! I’m so handsome, of course everyone loves me. Who dares to dump me.” Yang Hao scoffed. “It’s just a small matter. I have to go out tomorrow.”
“Where to?” He De also felt something was off.
Yang Hao hesitated for a moment. He saw that everyone had quieted down and was staring at him, knowing that he couldn’t get away with not telling the truth, so he decided to be straightforward. “I’m going to the Hidden Dragon Pavilion system tomorrow. I’ve talked with the old emperor. As long as I can resolve the siege on the Hidden Dragon Pavilion alone, he’ll allow me to break off the engagement.”
“The Hidden Dragon Pavilion?”
Yang Hao sped up his speech. “Alright, I’ll be back in a few days. Everyone should go to bed early.”
But his words couldn’t fool them. Everyone here was sharp-minded. Xie Fengting frowned and asked, “Isn’t the Hidden Dragon Pavilion system the one surrounded by the Senate?”
“Yes.” Yang Hao admitted reluctantly.
“Isn’t it surrounded by three hundred Elders and eight executives?” He De also asked.
“That’s right.”
The few people collectively “oh”ed, then looked at each other, and finally burst into laughter.
“Hey, what’s so funny?” Yang Hao’s sweat was already pouring down.
He De smiled and announced, “Everyone go to bed early. We’ll prepare to set off tomorrow morning. Dismissed.”
They left.
Leaving Yang Hao alone in the empty room, stunned.
The sun was shining brightly, the garden was full of flowers and plants, and exotic beasts roamed around. It was indeed a good day to die.
Yang Hao thought he had gotten up early enough, but when he was properly dressed and walked to the entrance of the Dan Ding Sect, he found that thousands of people were already waiting there, as if they were seeing him off at a long pavilion.
Yang Hao walked to the front of the line. Several subordinates put a white cape on him, which had already become the symbol of the Dan Ding Sect and Yang Hao, earning him the title of the Undead Warrior.
He De, Long Yun, Xie Fengting, and Maya were already waiting for him on the spaceship. Everyone in the Dan Ding Sect knew that this time Yang Hao was taking a huge risk. Only these four people could still help, while others would just be a burden.
Among the people who had fought side by side in the past, only Kan Ling was missing. Yang Hao looked around with a bit of sadness before boarding the spaceship.
The Doomsday-class battleship, Yang Hao hadn’t ridden it for a long time. This warship gifted by the Remon star was still as stable as ever, every corner felt familiar. Even when it broke through the atmosphere and entered the near-earth orbit, the humming sound outside the cabin could make one feel familiar.
“Where are you taking me?” Yang Hao was actually dragged by Xie Fengting to a cabin door. “Xie Xiao, please, this is my spaceship, how come you’re more familiar with it than me?”
“It’s your spaceship, of course.” Xie Fengting raised his eyebrows with a mischievous smile. “But you don’t necessarily know everything about it.”
“What don’t I know?” Yang Hao was puzzled. This time, even the star map was drawn by him, and the whole plan was under his command.
“Do you know how many people are on the spaceship?” Xie Fengting asked with a grin, looking quite mysterious.
“Just you four, plus XII piloting the spaceship.” Yang Hao was confused. “I left the others on Earth. For such a dangerous mission, of course, the fewer people the better.”
“You know it’s dangerous, so why go? For whom?”
“What do you mean, for whom.” Yang Hao curled his lips. “Don’t talk nonsense. What’s going on.”
Xie Fengting pointed at the cabin door behind Yang Hao: “Go in. I promise you’ll be surprised.”
Yang Hao looked back. This was an unused cabin on the battleship. No one was supposed to be there today. The metal door was always closed, and there was no sound inside.
“It better be a surprise, not a scare.” Yang Hao muttered as he opened the door and went in.
The surprise came right at him.
A white figure rushed up and tightly hugged Yang Hao, surrounding him with an unusual warmth. Her warm lips actively kissed Yang Hao.
A breathless kiss… lasted for a long time.
“Phew…” After they separated, Yang Hao almost had to gasp for breath to replenish his oxygen-deprived brain. “Miss, your kissing skills are terrible. You must have lacked training before.”
“You…” Kan Ling blushed, a bit angry. “You’re my first kiss, of course…”
Yang Hao held Kan Ling’s hand, interested in watching the woman’s blushing face. As a matter of fact, the more stubborn a woman is usually, the cuter she becomes when she’s being coy.
“What are you looking at?” Kan Ling pouted, a bit embarrassed.
“How did you get here?” Yang Hao was overjoyed in his heart. This time, his biggest regret was not saying goodbye to Kan Ling, but he dared not go looking for her, fearing that she might really follow him.
Unexpectedly, Kan Ling had already been lying in wait on the spaceship. She proudly said:
“You’re going to die for me. Do you really think I can just let you go alone?”
Yang Hao lifted Kan Ling’s chin and looked at her carefully. Her sharp chin and delicate face were in the palm of his hand. Kan Ling’s beauty was truly unique in this cabin, belonging only to Yang Hao.
The two kissed each other without hesitation. This time, Yang Hao actively showed his well-tested super kissing skills, making Kan Ling gasp and soften in his arms.
Almost no woman could resist such tenderness and depth from the man she loved.
Kan Ling was almost intoxicated.
If Yang Hao hadn’t reached for the buckle on her armor, Kan Ling might really have been intoxicated.
But Yang Hao, a notorious lecher across lifetimes, acted purely on instinct, beginning to unfasten the buttons on Kan Ling’s armor. The moment she realized what was happening, she snapped back to reality. The next second, her long spear appeared in her hand.
Never forget, Kan Ling was a Saint-level expert. When the spear’s tip pressed against Yang Hao’s throat, that wandering hand could only sheepishly retreat.
“What are you doing?” Kan Ling’s lips still held a smile, but she didn’t look like someone to be trifled with.
“I’m worried about you. This mission is almost certainly a death sentence,” Yang Hao feigned a pitiful look. “If I die, what if you’re still a virgin? That would be such a loss.”
Kan Ling stepped back with her silver spear, keeping her distance from Yang Hao. “The three beauties of the imperial capital, Ling Ziyun got pregnant for you and was abandoned, Xian Lan was engaged to you and was discarded. How do you plan to discard me next?”
Yang Hao looked even more pitiful, unable to find a rebuttal. He had indeed given up Xian Lan for Kan Ling, but Ling Ziyun was truly carrying Yang Hao’s child.
Looking at Yang Hao’s pitiful expression, Kan Ling softened her heart, thinking about all he had done for her. She lowered her silver spear and said, “Whether we live or die this time, my body will always be yours, but… we’ll wait until after this is resolved.”
Kan Ling’s face turned red as she spoke. She pushed Yang Hao out of the cabin door with all her might, closed the door, and pressed her hand to her chest. Her heart was pounding violently inside.
It seemed as if it was about to bloom for someone.
Five thousand years ago, in Earth’s history, there was an Emperor Yun, who was exiled due to the machinations of a treacherous minister. The Emperor’s younger brother ascended the throne and began a ruthless purge of Emperor Yun’s loyalists, going to great lengths to kill the exiled Emperor Yun.
The Hidden Dragon Pavilion first appeared in historical records from that time. Emperor Yun fell from the heights of imperial power, nearly losing everything, and constantly bore the burden of family and national vengeance. One assassination attempt after another and continuous betrayals did not break Emperor Yun. On the contrary, he became the most famous hidden dragon in history.
While enduring hardship, Emperor Yun secretly established the Hidden Dragon Pavilion as a vengeful organization. Thus, from the very beginning, the Hidden Dragon Pavilion was known for its mystery.
Except for the true leader and a few select individuals, no one knew the actual strength of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion. The core members of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion either dispersed to the corners of the world or hid in the most secret places.
“Never appear unless summoned!” This was their oath.
How many hidden dragons spent their entire lives without leaving their secluded spots. But once the leader summoned them, hidden dragons from all corners of the world would gather, forming a massive wave that no one could resist until now.
The first recorded summoning of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion was still related to Emperor Yun.
At that time, the new emperor surrounded the young and inexperienced Emperor Yun in Chenzhou, with 300,000 imperial cavalry, an unmatched force that completely encircled Emperor Yun.
Emperor Yun issued the first summoning of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion.
The entire world responded. For three full days and nights, hidden dragons emerged from every corner of the world. They were farmers, merchants, scholars, or even elderly men on the brink of death. These people all walked to Chenzhou.
No one knows the details of that battle, nor will anyone ever speak of it.
But not a single one of the 300,000 imperial cavalry survived. And the core members of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion vanished as if they had disappeared into thin air.
Since then, everyone understood that the power of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion could never be underestimated. Even if you thought you had the upper hand, the Hidden Dragons always had a way to turn the tide.
It was precisely this history that made the executive elders cautious. Even though they had forced the Hidden Dragon Pavilion’s full strength back to their core planet, they dared not relax easily.
Three hundred elders, all wearing the Senate’s distinctive black robes, had already reached the last forest outside the Hidden Dragon Pavilion’s core planet. Three hundred black-robed Saint experts, their combined power sufficient to reverse heaven and earth, faced an opponent already too weak to fight back.
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