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"Honored officials, do you all have any other important matters to report?"

A middle-aged man was sitting on a throne in a solemn and broad hall. His expression was very solemn. Faintly, the shadow of his youth could still be seen. It was the second prince of Empire of Sarn, Larier.

Twenty years ago, the battle between the gods and demons had erupted, and the Mainland China had been smashed into pieces by the enraged Huo Wuming. And the Source Continent, a place ruled by the Empire of Sarn, had also suffered an unprecedented blow.

At that time, the emperor's His Majesty Marder had perished, while Merri's had perished. If these were not enough, then millions of citizens of the empire would die, hundreds of millions of civilians would be affected, and the entire continent would be destroyed by the power of the gods and devils, causing volcanoes, mountain fissures, rivers, and earthquakes to erupt frequently. This was enough to completely destroy an empire.

However, Empire of Sarn still persisted. After all, it was not the ruler's fault. The Purple Stage Expert who had participated in the final decision carried out the last words of the His Majesty Marder, and helped the second prince, Larier, to stand up and become the king of the Empire of Sarn.

Larier did not disappoint the His Majesty Marder. He spent an entire ten years to stabilize the empire. Ten years had passed, and although the nation's strength was still far from being restored to its peak, it had eventually stabilized. The only difference from the past was that after the Great War of Gods and Demons, Empire of Sarn removed her faith in any god and the royal family issued an order to enforce it.

Of course, the commoners and nobles who had been abandoned by the gods had no objections at all. The so-called gods in that war had caused too much harm to them.

An old man in official uniform stepped forward and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, this old official has something to report."

"Speak!"

"The Empire's strength has gradually increased. Over the past twenty years, there have been many talented people who have emerged. Most of the dukes in the Empire have also been implemented by corresponding personnel. There are many officials in the capital right now, so the estate isn't enough. This old official thinks that the two princes' residences are very spacious and uninhabited.

Just at this moment, an additional golden light appeared out of nowhere in the great hall, as his low voice drifted out, "Who dares to occupy this mansion? Do you want to die?! "

The moment the old man saw an extra person in the hall, he became even more aggressive and retreated a few steps in fright. He cried out: "Protector! Protect the king! "

"Shut up!" Larier suddenly stood up, looked at the person in shock, and slowly walked down from the throne, muttering: "Lan Feng? Is it really you? "You really can't believe it!"

This man was Lan Feng, he had just returned from Circulatory World with his men, and for fear of causing a disturbance, he had them stay in the wilderness for the time being. With the Golden Immortal Stage immortal consciousness covering the entire planet, the familiar aura that was closest to it was Larier, thus he used teleportation to come here.

Who would have thought that just as he jumped out of the dimensional realm, he would hear that someone wanted to occupy two princes' mansions? This was his home, so how could he not be furious?

Although the fifty year old Larier was no longer as heroic as he was before, the aura on his body still did not change. Lan Feng could naturally recognize him, and said with a smile: "Larier, twenty years have passed since we last met.

The dozens of imperial guards who were originally being shouted at by Larier had all pulled out their weapons at the same time, leading a muscular man who shouted, "How dare you call out His Majesty's name, kneel down and accept your death!"

Larier didn't even have the time to stop it as a figure appeared out of nowhere and shouted loudly, "You bunch of ants! How dare you be disrespectful to my Master?!

A stream of sword light appeared above the great hall. Everyone felt their hearts lagging, as if they were pressed down by ten thousand mountains. Unknowingly, they could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood. It was just that, his breath had caused everyone present to spurt out blood. There was no lack of experts among them. This kind of ability was enough to make anyone panic!

"Stop!"

Lan Feng bellowed, and with a raise of his hand, he immediately shattered the sword aura into pieces, while the leader of the royal personal guards had already fainted from the impact of the immense pressure.

Rui Ling was shocked and anxious. He was shocked that Master used his bare hands to crush his attack and anxious that Master actually stopped him from killing this disrespectful person. Hence, he blurted out, "Master, this person …"

"Move to the side. Since when did it become your turn to talk back?" Lan Feng frowned, he waved Rui Ling away, then turned and smiled at Larier: "Your humble disciple did not know what to do, your majesty has ridiculed me."

Larier was so excited that his entire body was trembling, as he repeatedly said, "What did you say, your majesty? Lan Feng, we are comrades that have once advanced or retreated together! "We're brothers!"

Lan Feng!

This time, all the officials heard it loud and clear. Regardless of whether it was the older officials or the younger ones, they were all stunned on the spot.

In the Empire of Sarn, you may not know who the current emperor is, but you will definitely not be able to avoid knowing Lan Feng Mercier's name. He was a mysterious figure who was sung throughout the Empire, a person who had created history. It was not just because of his talent, nor was it because he possessed the strength to kill gods and demons, rather, it was because he had given up his beloved woman for the sake of the Empire of Sarn.

His name was recorded in the annals of history, and his glory had even concealed the prestige of the Empire's emperors. Forget about twenty years, even if another hundred or a thousand years passed, as long as there were still people living in Source Continent, his story would never end!

Finally, the several hundred officials all kneeled down and called out the name of the king who stood shoulder to shoulder. Their expressions were full of reverence and fear.

"Everyone, get up. Back then, Lan Feng died in the war with the gods and devils. The Lan Feng now is just an ordinary cultivator." After Lan Feng finished speaking, he turned to Larier and asked, "Where have all of them gone?"

Larier naturally knew who the people he was referring to were, and said in a soft voice while deep in thought, "Back then, when Shawk strongly supported me in inheriting the throne, they took all the related people to the Dragon Clan's space and said that they would live there for a very long time in the future. That's right! Back then, that person called Wan Xia … "

He originally wanted to say that he was senior, but upon thinking that Wan Xia was Lan Feng's disciple and Lan Feng was his friend, he changed his tone, "Back then, Miss Wan Xia had repeatedly warned me that if you were to return to the empire, you would have to inform the people from the Dragon Clan of the news, and they would naturally come to see you. In these 20 years, the dragon race will always stay in the palace one day, just to wait for your return. "

Just at this moment, a ray of light flashed again, and the Dragon God appeared in front of Larier, asking anxiously: "Dragon clan? Where is that fellow? How is the dragon race now? Oh, oh, oh. I'll know when I go back and take a look. Tell that fellow to quickly come and see me! "

"You are …"

Larier puzzledly frowned. After Lan Feng started cultivating, the Dragon God's complexion had a drastic change. It was no longer the same as it was back then. He had black hair, black eyes, and a head of long hair that was casually scattered on his shoulders. He looked to be in his twenties, and was very handsome.

This question was not only related to the Dragon God, but even the eight Elemental Sovereigns s had asked Lan Feng why his appearance would change so much after cultivating the Tao Clan and Arts. However, there was no answer to this question, because even Lan Feng did not understand the reason.

The Dragon God pushed Larier away, and a voice filled with immortal energy resounded throughout the entire imperial palace, "The Dragon Clan's Clan Chief Dashi Kalomoh is here, and is a member of the Dragon Clan. Quickly come over here!"

The moment this voice sounded, not even a breath of time had passed before a dragon roar came from several dozen miles away. Just as the sound entered his ears, a young man with long, fiery red hair appeared in the great hall.

He looked around anxiously with his brows tightly knitted together. The Dragon God got angry and rushed over to pick him up, shouting, "I'm here, are you blind?"

The young dragon felt his body tremble. He couldn't breathe as he felt a strong pressure on him. "Who are you?" How dare you pretend to be your majesty! "

"Tanding Derido, you little bastard, you don't recognize me when I change my appearance? Do you still remember how laozi beat up your grandpa back then? "

"AHH!" The young man exclaimed and quickly kneeled on the ground, "Your Majesty! Is it really you? You're back? Senior Wan Xia did not lie to us, she said that you all will return. 20 years have passed, you have really returned! "

The Dragon God laughed and pulled him up, "How is it? Is everything all right in the clan? Have those bastards from the God Realm and the Devil Realm done anything rash in the past few years? "

"Reporting to Your Majesty, everything in the clan is well. Both sides were wiped clean by Senior Huo Wuming's anger, and even the two realms were destroyed by him. That Mainland China was also beaten into pieces by that old man. Our dragon race is the strongest right now. "

"Shut up!" The Dragon God slapped him flying and revealed a dry smile towards Lan Feng. "Sect Leader, don't lower yourself to the same level as this brat. He has no experience with the world, the Dragon clan is nothing, hehe."

Lan Feng laughed bitterly and shook his head: "Could it be that in your eyes, I'm a fiend?"

"Of course not! "How could that be!" The Dragon God agreed as he thought to himself, "That's right, you are not a fiend. You destroyed dozens of planets and killed nearly a thousand Rogue Immortal with laughter. Back then, it was a huge ruckus in the Immortal World, shattering several galaxies and slaughtering millions of immortals. You are indeed not a fiend, and if the fiend saw you, he would piss his pants. "

Lan Feng no longer paid any attention to the coquettish Dragon God, as he looked at Larier, and said softly with a slightly sunken expression: "Where is MerLin's tomb? I want to go and pay my respects to her. "

When they talked about MerLin, all of the people in the imperial court all lowered their heads. They had not personally witnessed the battle that year, but they had heard it clearly. To Lan Feng, MerLin was just a fatal weakness, so no one dared to make a sound.

Larier sighed softly, "Esteemed officials, that's all for today. Lan Feng, follow me, she's in the Imperial Tomb Garden. "