Chapter 47: Awakening of the Blood Vessels First Update
Recently made two low-level mistakes, the first was miscalculating numbers last time, and this time accidentally writing the engagement gift and dowry in reverse, extremely embarrassed. Editor will modify chapter titles on Monday, content has been revised, to express sincere apologies, three updates today.
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This sudden sound made everyone stunned.
Many people turned back in shock, only to see a purple-robed young man standing in the dark corner of the grand hall, with his black hair fluttering and an air of scholarly elegance about him.
At this moment, however, the young man's face was as gloomy as cold ice.
Tang Lin?
Everyone was bewildered, and unexpectedly, the one who suddenly became arrogant was none other than Tang Lin, the genius of the Empire.
The ninth princess saw Tang Lin's figure and her face looked a bit unsightly, she lowered her head.
The young man in white looked at Tang Lin and raised an eyebrow, saying: "Can't marry?"
Tang Lin raised her head and stared at him, saying word by word: "Cannot marry!"
The young man in white couldn't help but smile lightly, with his strength, he discovered that Tang Lin was just a half-sage, only having a few stones of spiritual power, and could be killed with a single move.
Such a person is just a clown, he doesn't take him seriously at all.
The Ice Emperor looked at Tang Lin, his brow furrowed, and shouted: "Tang Lin, do not be reckless, retreat first!" A majestic aura pressed down on Tang Lin.
Tang Lin seemed to have not heard it, his gaze only fell on that elegant figure.
That faint sorrow between the eyebrows, as if it were a sharp knife wound, wounded whose heart?
Tang Lin's voice was hoarse and frightening as he said, "I'll take you away, you can't marry him!"
Everyone in the hall changed color, some looked at Tang Lin with a sigh, some sneered, and others had malicious eyes, worried that he would offend the young master of Tianhe Sect.
The young man in white's face sank, and an old man with white hair behind him took a step forward, ready to take action, but was stopped by his hand on his chest.
The sky above the Golden Temple. Dark clouds surge from afar, piling up above the majestic palace. The heavens and earth are filled with howling winds, interspersed with bursts of thunderclaps.
The atmosphere in the great hall suddenly became gloomy and eerie.
Everyone was staring at the Ninth Princess, as if waiting for her response. The young man in white seemed very patient, calmly waiting.
The ninth princess's slender body trembled slightly, her teeth tightly biting her lower lip. After a moment, she lowered her head and said, "I can't go with you."
Tap tap tap!
Tang Lin's face suddenly lost its color, turning pale as paper, and he took three steps back. His ears were buzzing, and amidst the din, her words still lingered.
If I lose my home, what's the point of living on...
For this sentence, they fought to the death without regard for their own lives. In the end, it was just a refusal in exchange.
A surge of immense sorrow suddenly welled up from the bottom of his heart, and the fresh blood in his body seemed to be boiling and churning as if ignited by a mysterious flame.
He gazed sorrowfully at the elegant and beautiful girl.
In the desolate ancient demon realm, who is willing to die for whom?
In that small study, who and who were discussing martial arts secrets all night?
On that ancient battlefield, who protected whom behind their back?
Tang Lin's voice was hoarse, as if torn apart, and he said, "Why?" These three words seemed to use up all his strength.
The ninth princess looked at him with a complex expression and said in a low voice: "There are my father, the emperor, and mother, the empress. They gave me life, I want to repay them."
Tang Lin looked at her like this, and suddenly burst out laughing wildly.
He suddenly felt very foolish.
One-sidedly thinking she would also like him.
One-sidedly, every day looking forward to meeting her, enjoying that brief warmth in the study.
One-sided wish...
Everything is just self-inflicted, overthinking!
He burst into loud laughter, but his heart felt as if it had been torn apart in agony, laughing so hard that tears streamed down the corners of his eyes.
Everyone stared at this boy who was like a madman, with unfriendly and unfamiliar eyes.
"Look, look......" Tang Lin's heart suddenly churned out a turbulent wave of murderous aura, as if the ferocious demon god from the Nine Underworlds had awakened.
His heart was like a tearing pain, stimulating Tang Lin's nerves, he laughed more wildly, just so recklessly, loudly laughing.
The sound is desolate and majestic.
"Cough, cough——" Tang Lin coughed up fresh blood, with a thread of blood at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't stop laughing loudly.
"If my strength were comparable to that of such a great sect..."
"If I could just defeat that tree demon..."
"If I were strong enough, she would choose me, right?"
Tang Lin gazed up at the vaulted ceiling of the grand hall, a deep sorrow welling up in his heart. In a low, mournful tone, he said: "If only I were an immortal..."
Everyone frowned at these words.
That young man in white robes sneered and said, "You think you can become an immortal? Today I'll make you a ghost!" As he spoke, he floated up and pressed down on Tang Lin's head with a light palm.
Tang Lin felt the palm wind, suddenly raised his head, and his anger erupted like a volcano. He stared at him with his eyes wide open, let out a loud roar, and the dragon patterns all over his body burst forth, combining all the power in his body to throw a fierce punch.
This punch was thrown out, and a loud thunderous sound shook the air. Outside the grand hall, it seemed as if a gust of wild wind suddenly rushed in, causing everyone's faces to change color.
The young man in white's clothes were blown flying, but this light and gentle palm seemed to be able to cover everything under the sky, directly grasping Tang Lin's fist.
The fierce fist was surprisingly gently blocked by this palm.
Hehe~~
Tang Lin immediately felt his fist being crushed.
Come on! Come on!
He almost used all his strength, however, the fist was still being crushed continuously.
"Ahhh......" Tang Lin's entire body burst forth with fresh blood, his eye sockets overflowing with fresh blood, his black hair dancing wildly as he thrust his fist forward with a fierce cry.
The white-haired young man furrowed his brow, raised another hand and gently pressed it against Tang Lin's chest.
Boom!
Tang Lin's body suddenly flew out and knocked down seven or eight large pillars in the great hall, falling into the dust and rubble outside the gate of the great hall.
The young man in white clothes sneered and turned back, lightly dusting off the dirt on his body, gazing calmly at the outside of the door.
In the dust and gravel, as if falling into silence.
Was Tang Lin killed by a single palm strike?
Everyone was secretly shocked by the strength of this young man in white. However, they couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for Tang Lin, a once-in-a-lifetime genius who had been misled by his emotions and had now reached a dead end.
Since ancient times, how many people have died for love?
At the moment when everyone was lamenting, the ground of the entire palace suddenly started to shake slightly. Everyone felt a throbbing sensation under their feet, as if there was an earthquake.
"Huh?" Everyone was startled.
At this moment, the pile of dust and gravel outside the palace gate was suddenly shaken by a strong air current, turning into countless fragments.
A red flame-like aura. As if a raging fire, it spread outside the grand hall, this crimson true energy was filled with eerie and ominous air, containing a thick demonic aura.
In this fiery and demonic aura, a figure slowly stood up.
Purple clothes, jet-black long hair, it was Tang Lin!
At this moment, Tang Lin's entire body was emitting a turbulent fiery red aura, which enveloped the entire grand hall outside, fresh and blood-red. The aura contained intense demonic energy.
And on Tang Lin's forehead, a crimson scale appeared.
Deeply, gasping for breath.
Tang Lin raised his head and looked at the full court of civil and military officials in the great hall, as well as the stunning figure beside the young man in white. In her eyes, he saw a few points of worry.
These few words of worry, however, seemed like a needle piercing his heart.
He only felt an inexplicable heat throughout his body, as if the fresh blood inside him was boiling like water, and the scorching heat was about to burn his brain out.
Slowly. One step forward.
He walked into the grand hall again, with red flames emanating from his body, enveloping an area of ten square meters, and quickly burning the doors of the grand hall.
He seemed like a spirit in the flames, surrounded by countless crimson fires.
"The Divine Emperor's Arsenal" combined into a golden long sword, held in his hand, the icy sword body swirled with cold air, entering his body, but instead of quenching the scorching heat, it was like adding fuel to the fire, stirring up an icy and violent killing intent in his heart.
Kill!
He stared at the young man in white clothes with a bloodthirsty gaze.
One man, one sword, facing the whole world!
Ice Emperor's expression changed, "Has the Barbaric God's bloodline awakened?"
The young man in white frowned, coldly laughing: "So you're a descendant of the Barbarian God's bloodline. Hmph! Don't even mention being just a descendant, if it were the Barbarian God tribe itself, my Tianhe Sect could still trample them!" He then turned to the three people behind him and said: "You all don't need to take action!"
The three of them remained silent.
A white-clothed youth floated up, his hand grasped, and a blue long spear like cold ice condensed in the void, stabbing straight down at Tang Lin's forehead.
On this icy blue long spear, a majestic water yuan force aura was attached, freezing the air in the great hall, and layers of frost were formed on the wall corners and beams.
Tang Lin gazed at him with bloodthirsty eyes, and suddenly a red, eerie glow flashed in his pupils. His body rapidly spread out countless crimson scales that shone with an icy luster, and his jet-black hair transformed into fiery red long hair.
"Die!"
Tang Lin's sword slashed out, without any fancy moves, just speed.
As fast as lightning!
Almost no one saw him draw his sword, and then a red light flashed, the ice-blue long spear in the hand of this young man in white suddenly broke.
A sharp sword light stabbed at the neck of the young man in white, just as a layer of energy shield appeared on his body, blocking the long sword's attack.
"Die!" The words escaped from Tang Lin's mouth, his hands covered with countless scales, his fingernails sharp and menacing.
The mighty power burst forth from his arm, and this massive force directly forced the white-clothed youth's body to retreat seven or eight zhang. The golden sword light cut open a small gap in the energy shield around him.
Although it was just a golden sword with no power at all, its sharpness alone was comparable to that of a top-grade holy artifact!
The young man in white pushed away the three people who were about to make a move behind him, and stared at Tang Lin with a gloomy expression. He raised his palm, and an octagonal compass appeared from his body, with eight holes on its edges.
Among them, six holes were shining with brilliant light.
"Domain!" The young man in white had a gloomy expression, and with a flick of his finger, the sixth light point on the Luo Pan suddenly lit up. A strange wave enveloped the grand hall, with the Luo Pan as its center, instantly turning the entire hall into his domain.
Tang Lin immediately felt a strong binding force, as if facing the great demon king, only this binding force was even stronger. (Thank you for your support, it's my greatest motivation.)
