On the table, there were twelve saints, almost all descendants of the former ministers of the Central Empire of the Holy Ming Dynasty, and belonged to the top strong men under the Mingjiang throne.

Of course, there are also some saints who are too far from the Holy Ming City and will not be able to come back for a while.

"Ruochen, is it really you? Where have you been in eight hundred years, eight hundred years?"

King Mingjiang, who was sitting at the top, suddenly stood up, looked a little excited, and went to Zhang Ruochen.

King Mingjiang looks fifty years old, nearly eight feet tall, with wide shoulders and wide body, wearing a carved dragon silver crown on his head, and a silver robe and holy garment. His body contains a thick holy energy and blood energy, just like a divine dragon lying dormant inside his skin.

When he was facing Zhang Ruochen, the momentum that emanated from King Mingjiang's body became stronger and stronger.

In Zhang Ruochen's eyes, there was a huge wave opposite him, rushing towards him.

"The king among the saints, the twelve uncles, have indeed entered the realm of the holy king." Zhang Ruochen said inwardly.

If another saint, or even a true saint, was subjected to the saint power of a saint king, he would inevitably lose his composure, feel fear, retreat, bow, and even kneel down.

A big gap is the gap between the python and the real dragon.

However, Zhang Ruochen remained calm and summoned the ancient sword of Chenyuan and inserted it into the ground. Suddenly, a sharp sword intent burst out, tearing apart the power of the surging Holy King.

"Uncle Twelve Emperors, as a holy king who has practiced for nearly a thousand years, can't he let his power be freely retracted?" Zhang Ruochen said coldly.

Originally, Zhang Ruochen came to meet the King of Mingjiang with the mentality of meeting a relative.

But the other party didn't think so. He tried every means to shock Zhang Ruochen, and even wanted to suppress Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen naturally wanted to change his mentality and show his strong side as the crown prince.

"You are too presumptuous when you dare to talk to the Twelve Master like this."

An old man wearing holy armor spit out a sound wave from his mouth and scolded Zhang Ruochen.

This person, named Yan Kaixuan, has reached the realm of True Saint, and is also called "Tribute Saint". His strength is enough to rank among the top three under the seat of King Mingjiang.

The Triumph True Saint stood up and said, "You dare to show off your combat soldiers in front of a holy king. Fortunately, you may be the son of Emperor Ming, otherwise, you will have become a dead body at this moment."

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the Triumphal True Saint and said, "What is possible? In other words, are you doubting the identity of this prince?"

"That's right, I am a saint who doubts your identity. As we all know, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince died in the palace incident eight hundred years ago. Back then, many cabinet masters and ministers in the court had seen his body with their own eyes. Even if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince did not die, he should be over 800 years old now, not a young boy like you." The true saint of Triumph said bluntly.

Next to him, another figure in the Holy Mirror followed and said, "You are a prince from a small border country, but you claim to be the crown prince of the Central Empire of the Holy Ming Dynasty. Do you think we are all fools?"

Grandma Bai Su snorted coldly: "Yan Kaixuan, Wang Ji, your fathers are still alive, and you must bow when you see the prince. You two dare to speak to His Highness the Prince in such a tone. I will never let you go today."

Zhang Ruochen stopped Bai Su's grandmother who was about to take action, then walked over to the true saint of Kaixuan, stared at him carefully, and said, "You are practicing "Shen Zhaotian Gong", you should be a descendant of the Yan family, right? Who is Yan Xuan?"

The Triumph True Saint was slightly shocked. This guy just glanced at him and saw through his cultivation techniques. He was a bit powerful.

The true holy face of Triumph did not change, and said, "It's my father."

"Wow—"

Zhang Ruochen grabbed the hilt of the Chenyuan Ancient Sword, and in an instant, the flow of time in the palace became extremely slow.

The force-based inscription in the ancient sword of Chenyuan emerged, making the weight of the sword exceed 10 million kilograms, and it directly slashed towards the neck of the Triumph True Saint.

The Triumph True Saint didn't expect that Zhang Ruochen suddenly attacked him.

In the kendo realm and time realm, with his early stage cultivation, there is no time to resist.

"Puff."

The ancient sword of Chenyuan shattered the holy armor and slashed it at the neck of the true saint of Triumph. The sword body sank downwards, cutting off his collarbone, pressing the true saint of Triumph, bent his legs and knelt heavily on the ground.

"boom!"

On the ground, cracks like spider webs appeared, and even the underground defense formation could not be supported.

Zhang Ruochen's time sword technique is still the third level of realm, and the condensed time field can only last for one breath.

After one breath, the time flow rate returns to normal again.

The hands and feet of the Triumph True Saint squirted out a vast holy light at the same time, shaking the entire palace.

"Zhang Ruochen, you...you dare to attack this saint..."

The Triumph True Saint grabbed the sword body of the Chenyuan Ancient Sword with both hands and wanted to stand up again.

Zhang Ruochen held the sword with one hand, but the power was greater than that of the Triumph True Saint, and the sword body of the Chenyuan Ancient Sword continued to go down, as if he was to split the Triumph True Saint's body in half.

In the palace, the other saints all changed their faces.

Yan Kaixuan, whose cultivation level reached the True Saint's realm, was actually suppressed by Zhang Ruochen's sword and kneeled on the ground and could not stand up. Zhang Ruochen's power was too terrifying.

All the saints looked at the King of Mingjiang.

I'm afraid that only King Mingjiang takes action personally can suppress Zhang Ruochen and save the Triumphal True Saint.

King Mingjiang's face was a little cold, but he did not take action.

Because King Mingjiang knew very well that Zhang Ruochen's identity would not be fake.

The national fortune and fortune of Shengming City, and even the will of the Ming emperors of all dynasties, have already recognized him. How could it be false?

The crown prince of the Central Empire of Shengming was suppressed by his uncle just after he issued the crown prince edict. If such a thing is spread, Zhang Ruochen and King Mingjiang will definitely become a joke in the entire Kunlun world.

Originally, King Mingjiang just wanted to suppress Zhang Ruochen's arrogance first and make him calmer so as not to seize his power. However, unexpectedly, the mistake was backfired and Zhang Ruochen found an opportunity to establish his authority.

King Mingjiang tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart, walked forward and advised: "Ruochen, Yan Kaixuan is indeed quite presumptuous to you. However, his father, King Yan Xuan, once commanded the 14 million army of the Central Empire of Shengming, and was also the first-class figure in the army. He followed your father to break into the wilderness and open up territory, and fought against the immortal blood clan together. He experienced no less than a thousand battles of all sizes and great successes, and made great achievements. The ancestor of the Yan family was also loyal to the Central Empire of Shengming for generations. For their sake, let him spare his life today. How about it?"

"If his father and ancestors had not been good at the Central Empire of Shengming, would the Twelve Emperors think he could still be alive? This prince could only use three swords to cut off Mu Qingtian's hair crown. How many moves do you think Yan Kai was in Mu Qingtian's hands?"

Zhang Ruochen took back the ancient sword of Chenyuan and waved it to the ground. A large piece of holy blood slid from the sword edge, rendering it on the ground in the center of the hall.

At this moment, all the saints present realized that the young man in front of him was not just as simple as the Prince of Shengming, but also a sword saint who could defeat Mu Qingtian and suppress Yan Kaixuan. They could not control it at will.

Yan Kaixuan stood up again, and in his eyes, he showed a look of fear, and he did not dare to look down on Zhang Ruochen as he had just now.

Zhang Ruochen, holding the bloody battle sword, walked step by step to the top of the palace and sat down.

That location originally belonged to King Mingjiang.

The corners of King Mingjiang's mouth twitched slightly, and finally turned into a laugh: "Ruochen, something incredible must have happened to you. Now, the monks in the Kunlun Realm have all said that it was the Sumeru Holy Monk who saved you and brought you to today eight hundred years later. In short, you are very happy that you can come back. However, this time you are a bit rash and should not issue this crown prince's edict. You should discuss it with Uncle Twelve first."

Zhang Ruochen asked, "Why?"

King Mingjiang said seriously: "The current situation is different from before! The queen has become a god and has power over the world. All the ten blood emperors have died under her sword. No major races in the world and the wilderness dare not be dissatisfied. The Demon Sect, the Black Market, and the Zen Sect either choose to surrender or withdraw from the Kunlun Realm. You announced your identity so highly and issued the crown prince's edict. Wouldn't you push yourself and the old subordinates of the Central Emperor of Shengming to the forefront?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "Is the Twelve Emperors worried that the court will wipe out us? We should continue to hide from Tibet, live a day without a sunset, no place to live, and no peace of mind?"

Yan Kaixuan said coldly: "This is called keeping one's low profile!"

"Hiding your strength to keep your low profile? Chi Yao has become a god, and living for another 100,000 years is easy. When are you planning to keep your low profile?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Why not hide your strength and keep a low profile, it is better to take the initiative to surrender to the court and surrender to the First Central Empire?"

"It is impossible. The Yan family and the First Central Empire have an irreconcilable grudge. Even if they die, they cannot surrender to them." Yan Kaixuan said.

Wang Ji snorted coldly: "For eight hundred years, we have been fighting and fighting with the court. The hatred has accumulated deeper and deeper. Taking the initiative to surrender is equivalent to surrendering, and the outcome will only be even worse."

"I don't know how many elders in our Bai family were cruelly killed by the court. I don't know how many female relatives turned into toys on the beds of the court officials. Even if they die, they wouldn't be able to submit to them."

Zhang Ruochen said: "In other words, everyone wants to continue to hide in the dark corner and live a life of silence. Even if they have no way to take revenge, they cannot surrender or surrender. If they are captured, their fate will be worse than death. Is that true?"

The whole audience was silent.

Some people wanted to refute, but in the end they just moved their lips, but couldn't say a word.

I have to say that Zhang Ruochen stabbed them into the sore spot.

"How difficult it is for you to live, why don't you follow me? Maybe I can give you a different future. Maybe the Central Empire of Shengming can be rebuilt and will be even more brilliant and prosperous." Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Kaixuan bit his lips tightly and said, "Your Highness, you are too confident, right? You can say anything bold, but it doesn't mean that everyone can do it."

"If so, within ten days, this prince can destroy the Lingxiao Heavenly King's Mansion. Do you still believe me? Do you still submit to me?"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were a little sharp, staring towards the direction of Lingxiao Tianwang Mansion, and the ancient sword in his hand emitted a terrifying cold light.

Hearing this, all the saints present were shocked.
Chapter completed!