Atop a Lunar Storm Lion, which was cutting through the skies with incredible speed, its huge powerful wings propelled it. A young man with handsome features and a proud, arrogant posture was observing his surroundings, while an old man stood behind him, his eyes closed and his knees crossed.
The Lunar Storm Lion, despite still being in its infancy, displays an imposing presence with its five-meter-tall body. Its skin shines as if it were made of liquid silver, reflecting the moonlight in a mesmerizing way. Its head is adorned with an exuberant mane, where shades of deep blue, purple and silver blend together like a celestial storm in the making.
It is said that an adult Lunar Storm Lion ascends to the Saint Realm, mastering not just one, but two Sacred Laws.
The first is the Sacred Law of Moonlight, which confers control over the light and energy of the moon, which has a silver-colored halo.
The second is the Sacred Law of Storm, which grants power over the turbulent elements of the sky, and the color of its halo is a vibrant stormy purple.
Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes as if he had noticed something and looked in a certain direction.
As he had expected, as soon as he opened his eyes a disdainful voice sounded:
"Tsk, Tsk."
"So, this is the powerful young master of the Heavenly Sword Sect?"
Chu Xuanzhe, who was on top of the Lunar Storm Lion, naturally heard this voice and turned in its direction, ready to scold anyone who dared to make sarcastic remarks about him.
You should know that he is the young master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, son of a powerful 8-Star Saint. Even the princes of the Bihai Dynasty are generally polite and cautious with him; even if they can't win him over, they wouldn't easily offend him.
After all, if he is offended, they would have one more enemy in the race to become crown prince. Of course, if he chose a side in this battle for the throne, the other princes would no longer be so polite to him.
However, Chu Xuanzhe had always maintained a neutral position in the contest for the title of crown prince. Therefore, only the other four young masters from the other four sects would dare to speak to him in this way.
But he knows the voice of the other young masters and he knew for sure that this voice didn't belong to any of them.
When he turned his head, his originally arrogant expression gradually froze and a trace of fear appeared on his face - the fear of death.
In an instant, Chu Xuanzhe saw sword energy rushing towards him, aiming directly at his forehead. He was certain: under that sword strike, he was destined to die!
Even his heavenly-grade armor wouldn't be able to stop that attack. He didn't even have time to reach for the talisman given to him by his father. After all, he was still only an early-stage Soul Formation.
Luckily, Yang Yaorui, who had already realized something was wrong, appeared in front of Chu Xuanzhe at the critical moment. His sword skillfully blocked the sword energy that was rapidly heading towards Chu Xuanzhe.
"Thank you, Protector Yang." Seeing that the sword energy that was going to kill him was finally blocked, Chu Xuanzhe expressed sincere thanks to Yang Yaorui.
But at the same time, he looked at Song Yang, who was standing in the air with his hand behind his back and a smile on his face, and the fear that had arisen in his heart turned to hatred. Someone had tried to kill him!
His face turned grim and he barely noticed as he shouted at Yang Yaorui: "Protector Yang, I want this person dead!"
"As long as you kill him, I promise I'll ask my father for enough resources for you to become a Saint!"
Yang Yaorui was originally reluctant to act in this way, after all, his role was only to ensure Chu Xuanzhe's protection. The main reason was that the sword's energy almost made him use all his strength to block it.
The strength of the person in front of him was probably at the same level as his. He really didn't want to risk his life in a life-or-death struggle; his aim was just to make the other person pay a price to forget about it.
After all, Yang Yaorui values his life very highly. With his cultivation level of Half Step Saint, he is respected everywhere. If it was to get something, he wouldn't mind fighting, but why should he risk his life for Chu Xuanzhe?
But as soon as he heard Chu Xuanzhe's last words, his eyes couldn't help but shine. He had been a half-step Saint for a long time, and the sect had practically given up on helping him advance.
After all, if it wasn't for that, why would he become Chu Xuanzhe's protector?
Saint, only such an existence is worthy of being called strong, and there's even a saying: 'Under the saint there are only ants'.
And this is true. Before a true saint, he, a worthy half-step saint, is nothing more than an ant
Thinking that only one in a hundred half-step saints becomes a true saint. You should know that the price offered by Chu Xuanzhe is completely irresistible to any half-step saint.
Now that he saw a hope of moving forward with Chu Xuanzhe's promise, his eyes couldn't help but waver as he looked at Song Yang, who was exuding only the aura of the initial stage of the royal realm.
'Only the initial stage of the royal realm, why should I fear?' Song Yaorui consoled himself in his heart. 'Even monstrous geniuses can't transcend so many levels.
His internal conflict lasted only a few seconds, and his gaze gradually became steely as he roared angrily at Song Yang:
"You dare try to assassinate the young master in front of me?"
"Do you think the Celestial Sword Sect is easy to intimidate? Or do you think that I, Elder Yang, am a soft kaki?"
As he roared, his half-step saint aura spread in all directions.