From Cold Palace Princess to Celestial Empress Ch. 154
Xiao Minghuang’s tone was neither humble nor arrogant, showing no fear of the Dragon-Tiger Sect Master.
“Hmph!”
The Dragon-Tiger Sect Master’s gaze turned sharp as he angrily exclaimed, “What a sharp-tongued little girl, fabricating lies and twisting the truth here!”
“The truth will speak for itself. Whether I’m fabricating lies or not can be easily verified by selecting a disciple from your sect for examination!”
Xiao Minghuang’s tone was calm, showing no trace of fear. She knew that the Dragon-Tiger Sect Master would never reason with her, nor would he dare to.
Because, through her system, she had long known that almost all the disciples of the Dragon-Tiger Sect practiced demonic arts, and none of them were clean.
However, facing a Nascent Soul realm powerhouse directly made her heart heavy, and her breathing became rapid.
Although she had prepared thoroughly, Xiao Minghuang was well aware that the sect master of the Spirit Sword Sect would surely intervene to help. Yet, facing the wrath of a Nascent Soul realm powerhouse still filled her with dread.
As expected, the Dragon-Tiger Sect Master coldly said:
“Little girl, are you threatening me, the sect master?”
His icy gaze swept over Xiao Minghuang as he continued, “I will capture you now, and once you’re in my Dragon-Tiger Sect, you’ll learn what it means for the truth to be obscured!”
With those words, the Dragon-Tiger Sect Master waved his sleeve, and a powerful pressure descended, enveloping Xiao Minghuang.
Xiao Minghuang felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if struck by a heavy blow, and her vision blurred.
Not far away, Ye Ruoshui and the others, seeing Xiao Minghuang in danger, were filled with worry and wanted to rush to her aid, but they were stopped by the Emperor.
The Emperor knew well that the Dragon-Tiger Sect Master was a Nascent Soul realm powerhouse. Although Lin Wanqiu and the other young talents were exceptionally gifted, they had not yet fully matured.
“Do not linger here. Return to the capital. I will handle this!”
With those words, the Emperor stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Xiao Minghuang. His spiritual energy surged forth, helping to alleviate some of the pressure on her.
“Senior, please show mercy!”
“Who do you think you are?”
The Dragon-Tiger Sect Master sneered and immediately struck with a palm.
A massive golden palm materialized in the sky, as if it could suppress the heavens and the earth!
He intended to kill Xiao Minghuang with a single strike!
No one could stop him!
The Emperor’s expression changed drastically. A golden longsword appeared in his hand, and a colossal golden sword shadow shot into the sky, blocking the path in front of Xiao Minghuang.
Boom!
The two forces collided, and the sword shadow shattered.
A fierce gale swept through, forcing everyone to retreat hundreds of meters.
The Emperor’s body swayed, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His aura weakened significantly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He barely managed to stand, his face deathly pale.
“A Nascent Soul realm powerhouse is truly terrifying!”
“Father…”
Xiao Minghuang clenched her fists, her eyes filled with urgency.
“I’m fine…”
The Emperor coughed lightly and swallowed a pill.
“No matter what, you must not come to harm, Xiao. You are the hope of Great Xia. As long as you live, Great Xia will not fall!”
Hearing this, Xiao Minghuang’s heart trembled.
Was the Emperor entrusting her with his final wishes?
“Do not worry. The Old Ancestor will arrive shortly. If we cannot hold out, leave the southern border. With your talent, you will surely enter the Holy Academy. Once you have cultivated to a sufficient level, return to settle today’s score!”
“Father…”
Xiao Minghuang wanted to respond, but the Emperor had already cut off their communication.
A golden light flashed at the Emperor’s brow—his spiritual seed was glowing, on the verge of igniting.
When Spirit Seed cultivators are pushed to their limits, they can ignite their Spirit Seeds, unleashing combat power far beyond their current realm.
In the sky, the Dragon-Tiger Sect Master gazed coldly, his eyes filled with disdain. The palm strike he had just executed had used less than a tenth of his strength.
“An ant trying to shake a tree—utterly overestimating itself!”
As his words fell, golden light condensed in his palm, forming a massive golden hand that fiercely descended toward Xiao Minghuang.
This palm strike carried supreme might, its power boundless.
The Emperor raised his sword, resisting with all his might, but the gap in strength was insurmountable.
In an instant, the long sword shattered, and the palm shadow descended without pause.
Seeing this, Ye Ruoshui, who had been suppressing her emotions for so long, erupted with a blazing fury, unable to hold back a scream.
“Your Highness!”
In that moment, a surging inferno burst forth from her body. A fiery dragon danced and coiled around her arm, transforming into a sharp sword that thrust toward the golden palm.
The Crimson Flame Sparrow also leaped into the air, its nearly hundred-zhang wings spreading out, blotting out the sky.
The fire dragon writhed, the fire phoenix soared, and waves of flame surged, scorching and intense.
Boom!
The massive golden palm struck down fiercely, shaking the entire sky. The earth crumbled, and mountains trembled.
Flames roared, shattering into the heavens.
The fire dragon was shattered by the palm strike, and the Crimson Flame Sparrow let out a mournful cry as it plummeted from the sky.
Ye Ruoshui’s delicate body shuddered, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, falling into Xiao Minghuang’s arms.
“Ruoshui!”
Xiao Minghuang’s expression changed drastically as she quickly caught the unconscious Ye Ruoshui.
“Your Highness, I’m fine, just a bit injured!”
Ye Ruoshui coughed lightly, her eyes red as she looked up at the sky, filled with hatred.
She didn’t hate the Dragon-Tiger Sect Master; she hated herself for not having the strength to protect her Highness.
She still remembered that time outside Beiyang City, when she had been equally powerless!
“Everything will be fine, Ruoshui. Focus on healing your injuries first.”
Xiao Minghuang gently caressed Ye Ruoshui’s cheek before softly pushing her away.
Lin Wanqiu caught Ye Ruoshui and transmitted a message:
“Your Highness, is there still room for negotiation in today’s events?”
“Don’t worry, the situation is still under my control.”
Having received the answer she sought, Lin Wanqiu turned and left with Ye Ruoshui.
By this point, most of the rogue cultivators had already left, not daring to involve themselves in this commotion, fearing they might lose their lives.
Only the Spirit Seed realm offerings from the various nations and the Spirit Seed realm elders from the two sects remained, watching and waiting.
The Hanging Sword Elder stood atop the clouds, a trace of urgency flashing in his eyes.
“Why hasn’t the Sect Master arrived yet?”
On the other side, the Beast Taming Sect elder was also hesitating. He had long since informed the Sect Master of this matter but had not received a clear response on whether to intervene.
In the sky, the Dragon-Tiger Sect Master’s gaze remained cold.
“Finished with your farewells?”
Without waiting for a response, he raised his hand again, and a massive palm shadow condensed in the void, instantly descending.
“Stop!”
A furious roar suddenly echoed through the heavens.
A black-robed old man stepped through the air, a long sword in hand. A frosty sword qi slashed out, condensing into an ice dragon in the void, charging straight toward the palm shadow.
Boom!!
The two collided, and the entire sky lit up with a dazzling brilliance, a massive energy wave sweeping in all directions.
The black-robed old man was sent flying thousands of meters, his chest caved in, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
“Who are you?! How dare you meddle in my affairs!”
The Dragon-Tiger Sect Master’s eyes were icy, his killing intent palpable.
The black-robed old man slowly descended, his aged face as calm as ever.
Upon recognizing the newcomer, the Sect Master of Dragon-Tiger Sect suddenly revealed a mocking smile.
“Well, well, who do we have here? It’s… you, old fellow!”
The black-robed old man who had suddenly appeared was none other than the Old Ancestor of Great Xia.
Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu
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