The pavilion behind him shattered.
Bricks splintered and dust billowed.
Li Changâan withdrew his fist, his gaze falling upon the Grand Elder, whose face was a shifting mask of green and white. "You chose the hard way," he said coolly. "If it werenât for Her Majesty taking your shared bloodline into account and sending me to give you one last chance to repent, do you really think youâd both still be alive to stand here and talk to me?"
The Grand Elderâs throat felt dry.
Staring at the cold, impassive Li Changâan, he was momentarily speechless.
From the ruins of the pavilion, the Second Elder clutched his chest and struggled to his feet. Gritting his teeth, he shot out another mass of silk threads, trying to sever Li Changâanâs head.
A Grandmaster was a Grandmaster, after all. Not only had the Second Elder survived a direct punch from Li Changâan, but he could even stumble back to his feet and continue fighting.
But how could Li Changâan possibly give him the chance for a sneak attack?
He appeared to be talking to the Grand Elder, but he was secretly preparing a fatal blow.
The moment the Second Elder rose, Li Changâan flicked a dagger from his sleeve. It found a weak point in the Second Elderâs Inner Qi defense, piercing it accurately and plunging directly into his throat.
SHINK!
His throat was pierced, and blood gushed out.
While such an injury wasnât enough to kill a Grandmaster instantly, it was certainly a fatal wound.
Without immediate attention to stop the bleeding, supplemented by Elixirs, death was only a matter of time.
The grievously wounded Second Elder collapsed. His throat sounded like a broken bellows, and he gurgled incomprehensibly as bloody foam frothed at his lips.
The surrounding Clan Relatives of the Royal Family were scared witless and scattered in a panic.
Li Changâan didnât stop them.
The entire Princeâs Mansion had already been surrounded by the Empress and her forces.
Not even a fly could get out.
He turned his gaze back to the Grand Elder and said with a beaming smile, "Iâve heard youâre a sensible man, Grand Elder. This is a critical moment; youâd best make the right choice. Life or deathâitâs up to you."
He spoke with a smile and a humble tone, as pleasant as a spring breeze.
But to the Grand Elder, this facade was no different from an Evil Ghost with a ghastly face and long fangs. He subconsciously retreated several steps.
Then, without another thought, he turned and fled.
Li Changâan had terrified him; he didnât dare fight him any longer.
As for what Li Changâan had said about laying down his arms and surrendering?
That was out of the question.
He was a dignified Martial Arts Grandmaster, a titan in his own right wherever he went. Even if he left the Royal Family, plenty of people would be eager to curry favor with him.
If he surrendered to Li Changâan, who knew what this monstrous young man would ultimately do to him?
Seeing him flee, Li Changâan shook his head in disappointment. "I gave you two chances, but you squandered them," he sighed. "If you insist on seeking your own death, then I can only oblige you!"
With that, Li Changâan pushed his Nine Heavens Chaos Technique to its limits and shot forward like a bolt of lightning.
In terms of speed alone, Li Changâan had studied numerous top-tier Cultivation Techniques and had even mastered movement arts like the Shadowless Step, which could drastically increase oneâs speed in an instant.
How could a native Grandmaster from this Rebirth World possibly outrun him?
A few breaths later, Li Changâan cornered the Grand Elder in a courtyard and personally finished him off with overwhelming force.
He carried the Grand Elderâs corpse like a dead dog, returned to pick up the Second Elderâs body, then casually tossed both corpses before the Empress. "The first matter," he said. "Iâve handled it for you."
Staring at the two corpses at her feet, the expression on the Empressâs face was indescribably complex.
She knew Li Changâan possessed terrifying talent for the Martial Dao.
At just ten years old, he could defeat an Innate Powerhouse.
But now, looking at the two Grandmaster corpses, she simply couldnât reconcile the sight with Li Changâan, a boy of merely fifteen or sixteen.
After a long silence, she nodded. "Thank you."
Li Changâan suddenly asked, "Your Majesty isnât going to ask why I killed them?"
The Empressâs order had been to spare their lives, if possible.
After all, these two were pillars of the Royal Family. No matter how much the Empress hated them, she couldnât kill them lightly.
Yet now that Li Changâan had returned with two corpses, the Empress didnât seem surprised.
The Empress chuckled. "Because I knew you wouldnât let them live."
Li Changâan smiled as well.
He truly would never have let those two old men live. Even if they had genuinely been willing to set aside their prejudices and follow the Empress, Li Changâan would have found an opportunity to eliminate them.
He needed the Empress to be absolutely dependent on him.
A strong Li Yang Royal Family did not serve Li Changâanâs interests.
The Empress was very smart.
She had clearly realized this.
Li Changâan didnât dwell on the topic. Instead, he asked, "The second matterâshould I attend to it now, or later?"
The Empress considered for a moment, then replied, "I know you wonât fail, but let me make some preparations first. Go tomorrow."
Li Changâan nodded and turned to leave.
Watching his retreating back, the Empress bit her lip. "Where are you going?"
Li Changâan stopped. "To the Library Pavilion."
The Empress was visibly nervous, her fingers digging into her skin without her even realizing it. She forced herself to control her emotions and said in a trembling voice, "You are not to harm my Third Grand-Uncle!"
Li Changâan paused, then turned his head with a smile. "Your Majesty, you seem to have some misunderstandings about me. I pursue win-win situations, and I believe in equal exchange for everything. As long as the Third Elder doesnât make a move on me, I can guarantee weâll get along just fine."
With that, he offered no further explanation and departed.
Watching his departing figure, the Empress was lost in a daze.
âShe didnât understand what plans Li Changâan had for her and for Li Yang. After one transaction after another, would she still be the same empress devoted to her country? Would Li Yang still be the Li Yang the world knew? But regardless, she had no path of retreat. To her, Li Changâan was like a cup of poisoned wine in the hands of someone dying of thirst. Even knowing it could be fatal, she had to drink it just to quench that thirst. She didnât know how things had suddenly come to this, but she had completely lost control of the situation. All she could do was grit her teeth and press forward.â
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