Pursued by the Top Grade Saintess after Engagement Annulled Chapter 105: Emperor’s Fall, Heaven and Earth Change Color

Dragon Hall, from the depths of the ancient door, ca a faint sigh.

"Did you sense it? An Martial Sovereign of our Empire has fallen."

"Hmm..." another aged voice responded.

"The northwest corner, Xia Tianming’s space fluctuations have appeared again, it seems this lineage has not yet ended."

"Has he beco a Martial Sovereign again? Truly the most outstanding Emperor’s Son."

"Back then, during that incident, we were all in seclusion, never thinking Xia Tianming would do such a thing."

"The East Sea, after weighing the pros and cons, made such a choice; it’s not surprising, yet I didn’t expect so many variables."

"Send soone to investigate, during the ti we were dormant, how many things have occurred concerning Xia Tianming’s lineage."

"As you command."

Outside the dim door, the servant who had always kept his head bowed slowly bent over and agreed.

Though a servant, the Spiritual Power fluctuations from him reached the terrifying domain of an Earth Tier Fifth Layer Martial Sovereign.

Aside from the most crucial core mbers of the Imperial Family, no one would know this place exists.

Because here, the old monsters who haven’t governed the Empire for years lie dormant.

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In the northwest corner of the Empire, surely there were the spies of various major forces of the Empire.

Liao Changfei’s death caused turbulence and chaos in the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, a terrifying sight many had never seen in their lifetis.

With the fall of the Sovereign, the weather changed dramatically.

The blood-red sky near Xingyu City lingered for a full three days, and the nine Great Dao of Fire Liao Changfei mastered were unleashed.

During this period, Martial Artists cultivating Fire Elent Rules could clearly feel their power increasing faster.

And this anomaly quickly rippled from the northwest corner all the way to the Imperial Capital.

Upon hearing of Liao Changfei’s death, and Xia Tianming reappearing in the world as a Martial Sovereign, the current Emperor’s Son, Xia Naiwu, was utterly stunned.

Sending out Liao Changfei, thinking it was a sure thing, he only needed to wait for the news of Xia Feng and others’ deaths.

Yet unexpectedly, things developed to such an extent.

"He’s actually still alive, and broke through to Martial Sovereign again? Impossible! Father personally destroyed his realm; how could he break through again in such a short ti!"

Xia Naiwu fud in the Emperor’s Son Hall, smashing everything in sight with bloodshot eyes, intimidating everyone from looking directly.

The few servant girls and beauties serving in the Emperor’s Son Hall were trembling on the ground, not daring to make a sound.

Yet even so, Xia Naiwu didn’t intend to spare them, in his rage, he urgently needed sothing to vent his anger on.

He looked viciously at these people, then clutched his hands towards them in the void.

"Puff!"

Countless blood flowers exploded; the servants didn’t even have ti to scream before they were crushed alive by Xia Naiwu.

"No, to think Xia Tianming’s lineage has beco a grave threat, should I inform Father?"

Half an hour later, Xia Naiwu, slightly regaining his composure, paced back and forth in the Emperor’s Son Hall, undecided.

Emperor Xia is currently at the Death Gate; going to disturb him so rashly, not considering if it would interrupt Father’s critical mont of cultivation.

The na of a worthless failure would instantly fall upon him, and Emperor Xia would surely be very disappointed in him.

"How many Martial Sovereigns can I summon from the Emperor’s Lineage?"

Xia Naiwu’s gaze suddenly sharpened; he turned and asked the shadows on the beam with a cold intent.

Upon hearing this, the shadow imdiately flashed and prostrated in front of Xia Naiwu, submissively replying, "Reporting to Emperor’s Son, in the Lingxiao Pavilion of the Emperor’s Lineage, there are five Martial Sovereigns. Liao Changfei is dead, leaving four; there are also seven who haven’t aligned themselves but are inclined towards the Emperor’s Lineage."

"Excluding Liao Changfei, that ans there are eleven usable ones left?"

Xia Naiwu gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with the light of calculation, then resolutely decided.

"Since we could disable him once twenty years ago, naturally we can do it again twenty years later!"

"Go and negotiate with those seven people, see what of the Emperor’s Lineage they want in exchange for making a move this ti!"

"Be it treasures or positions, as long as it’s within my controllable authority, I can offer it to them!"

"As you command."

The shadow bowed, not daring to offer any suggestions; the enraged Xia Naiwu wouldn’t heed any advice.

He was rely an expert in lurking in the dark, an unyielding death guard who only had to follow the Emperor’s Son’s orders.

Hence, the shadow disappeared into space again, speeding towards the direction of the Lingxiao Pavilion.

The shadow’s speed was swift, but Xia Tianming and Xia Feng’s journey to the Imperial Capital was even swifter.

On the second day after slaying Liao Changfei, they embarked on their journey.

It could be said, as the news of Liao Changfei being killed by Xia Tianming reached the Imperial Capital, Xia Tianming and Xia Feng also arrived at Luoyang City almost simultaneously.

Luoyang City, as the center of the Great Xia Empire, covered an endless expanse, a hub of innurable trade associations and politics.

Here, a Martial Emperor was no longer the terrifying formidable presence that instilled fear as in the regions.

Everyone was modest in conduct, fearing to offend any lord.

Even Martial Saints were quite polite, avoiding conflicts with others at will.

After all, no one knew whether the person you clashed with had so terrifying backing from a great figure among the imperial relatives or aristocrats.

Xia Feng and Xia Tianming were presently in a noodle shop on the central comrcial street of the Imperial Capital eating noodles.

Though this noodle shop was splendidly decorated, with luxurious décor inside, even the greeters outside were Profound Tier Martial Saints.

To be seated here ant having an extraordinary status in the Imperial Capital, ordinary people could only watch from afar, not daring to step closer.

Xia Tianming seated with Xia Feng at a window seat in the noodle shop, tossed down two pieces of Middle Grade Dragon Crystal, and ordered two bowls of noodles.

Two pieces of Middle Grade Dragon Crystal, if not in the Imperial Capital, could buy a comfortable small yard.

Yet here, it only exchanged for two bowls of noodles.

"How about it, this Wang Yidao’s Old Shop has a history of thousands of years, your grandpa used to eat here since childhood, unexpectedly after so many years, the taste hasn’t changed." Xia Tianming chuckled.

Xia Feng took a sip of the noodle soup made with Flood Dragon, shook his head and said, "The taste is quite good, but the price is too high, two pieces of Middle-grade Dragon Crystals."

"You kid." Xia Tianming laughed helplessly upon hearing this.

He was born as an Emperor’s Son of the Great Xia Empire, never troubled by matters of money and possessions.

But Xia Feng was different; he grew up in Xingyu City, and these Dragon Crystals on him were earned by annihilating those from the Sacred Land, an active inco obtained through labor.

So naturally, Xia Feng felt a bit of heartache.

When he said that, Xia Tianming then realized he was spending his grandson’s money, causing his old face to flush a bit.