The soldiers of the Great Yan Dynasty took great pride in their duty. Protecting the safety of the Yan Emperor and the Empress was the greatest honor of their lives. The Yan Emperor was the number one expert of the Great Yan Dynasty. Even the highly revered elders from the various sects, when they visited the Great Yan Dynasty, would have to pay their respects to the Yan Emperor. This level of honor was something no other dynasty could boast.
This was because the Yan Emperor possessed absolute strength.
They believed that under the leadership of the Yan Emperor, the Great Yan Dynasty would reach new heights. Even though the dynasty was currently a vassal to the sects, they believed that one day, the Yan Emperor would lead the Great Yan Dynasty out of this predicament and restore its former glory.
"There's an assassin!"
At that moment, a shout echoed from within the residence of the person they revered as a god, causing their expressions to change dramatically.
"An assassin! Protect the Yan Emperor and the Empress!" The gold-armored soldiers reacted swiftly, rushing toward the residence of the Yan Emperor.
"Bang..."
For the safety of the Yan Emperor, they couldn't care less. An assassin daring to assassinate the Yan Emperor in their hearts had to be captured and executed.
As they pushed the door open, Lin Fan took the opportunity to run away without looking back.
At that moment, when the gold-armored soldiers saw the scene inside, their originally tense expressions suddenly turned dazed.
The sky was still blue, but dark clouds seemed to hang overhead.
"Ah... this is blinding."
The gold-armored soldiers saw the Yan Emperor and the Empress in such a shameful position that their hearts skipped a beat. It was as if the supreme deity in their hearts had suddenly fallen from the divine altar.
Especially the strange object in the Yan Emperor's mouth, with crystal-clear liquid dripping from it.
This... this...
The gold-armored soldiers swallowed hard, and one of them suddenly reacted. They noticed that the Yan Emperor and the Empress were motionless, which was unusual.
They knew that the Yan Emperor and the Empress were highly skilled, and no assassin could escape from them. Perhaps they had misheard earlier.
Now, seeing the Yan Emperor and the Empress motionless in such a position, could they be practicing some profound technique?
"Quick, close the door and return to your positions. Act like we saw nothing," the gold-armored guard hurriedly instructed. If the Yan Emperor found out about this, they might not even know how they died.
Although this had nothing to do with them, the Yan Emperor would never allow anyone to witness such a scene.
...
The gold-armored soldiers returned to their posts, but each one exchanged glances. What they had seen today was too shocking.
The Yan Emperor and the Empress, in such an undignified position.
No, it must be that the Yan Emperor and the Empress were practicing some profound technique.
The gold-armored soldiers began to rationalize, finding a reasonable excuse for what they had witnessed. They couldn't accept that the gods in their hearts could be like this.
...
At this moment, Lin Fan was sprinting back to his little house, using the "Illusory Phantom Technique" to remain invisible. He immediately lay down on his bed, pulled the quilt over his head, and fell asleep.
Today's actions had been too thrilling. As for the two storage rings, Lin Fan didn't check them yet. He needed to calm his racing heart first.
Meanwhile, in the Yan Emperor's residence.
As the two maintained their positions, a minute quickly passed.
"Uh," the Empress groaned softly, feeling something strange.
When the Empress saw the scene before her, she was so shocked that she let go of the sword, which clattered to the ground.
"Yan Emperor..." The Empress was confused about what had happened. Suddenly, a continuous wave of pain hit her.
Her originally rosy face turned pale.
"This..." Seeing the condition of her chest, the Empress was in turmoil and spat out a mouthful of blood.
At this time, the Yan Emperor regained his senses. When he found himself lying naked on the ground, his expression turned ashen. Just as he was about to speak, a wave of pain struck him to his core.
The Yan Emperor pulled out the strange object from his mouth, propping himself up with a hand on the ground, veins bulging on his forehead, enduring the mysterious pain.
What on earth had happened? How did things end up like this?
Could it be that some expert had arrived?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible. He was at the seventh stage of the Small Heaven realm. Even a supreme expert of the Great Heaven realm couldn't render him powerless.
So who was it?
"Ah..." The Empress couldn't bear the pain any longer and cried out.
"Empress, you..." The Yan Emperor was shocked to see the Empress's disheveled state.
What on earth had happened?
Hearing the Empress's cry, the gold-armored soldiers outside exchanged glances and, nodding to each other, rushed inside.
"Don't come in. Everyone withdraw," the Yan Emperor ordered, still unaware that the gold-armored soldiers had already entered. But in the current situation, he couldn't let anyone know.
"Yes," the gold-armored soldiers nodded and returned to their posts.
"Empress, hold on," the Yan Emperor said shakily. He had tried using his true energy to resist, but it was useless.
He hadn't expected that this pain could bypass true energy, leaving only his willpower to fight it.
Time passed slowly, each moment feeling like an eternity to the Yan Emperor and the Empress. The waves of pain felt like endless tides crashing over them.
What kind of technique was this, with such an effect? What kind of expert could break through his Dragon Emperor Body?
"Yan Emperor, my Phoenix Ring is gone," the Empress exclaimed in panic after enduring the pain.
"What?" The Yan Emperor was shocked. The Phoenix Ring was a national treasure of the Great Yan Dynasty, paired with the Dragon Ring. If it was gone, all the treasures inside would be lost.
"My Dragon Ring?" The Yan Emperor noticed that his Dragon Ring was also missing, his expression turning grim.
"Who dared to steal my Dragon Ring?" The Yan Emperor's heart bled. It wasn't just the Dragon Ring but the precious items stored within it that mattered.
The Yan Emperor rose in fury, ready to use his supreme techniques to find the thief. But as he stood, another wave of pain struck.
This pain was unbearable, even for a master like him.
"Empress, we must return to the capital. I will use my supreme techniques to track down this person," the Yan Emperor said, trembling. He tore through the void, pulling the Empress with him.
"Return to the capital."
As the Yan Emperor disappeared, his voice echoed throughout the entire Tianfu Academy.
The head of Tianfu Academy, who had been excitedly preparing for the upcoming events, was stunned when he heard the Yan Emperor's announcement.
Why was the Yan Emperor leaving? Could there be a problem at Tianfu Academy?
In his little house, Lin Fan threw off the quilt and let out a long sigh of relief.
It seemed the Yan Emperor couldn't find him.
Now he could return to his happy life, but he had to be careful in the future.
A seventh-stage Small Heaven realm expert wasn't someone to be taken lightly. Who knew what methods he might have? It was best to be cautious.