C17

The Falling Sword Style pounced down from above. It looked like there was only one sword Qi attack per sword stroke. As it descended, it seemed like a waterfall falling from the sky, the coverage growing wider and wider, one to two, two to four.

"Despicable brat!"

Duke Durham was both angry and shocked. If not for the fact that he had trained in battle qi for a long time to produce a firm willpower, he would have been ambushed just now. In front of his eyes, after he had just awakened from the Great Art of Soul Shifting, the overwhelming Sword Qi had already arrived in front of him.

"Ding!" Ding! "Ding!"

The sword qi formed by his zhen qi clashed with the sword qi formed by his dou qi. Beautiful strings of golden and purple flames burst out, and the crisp clanging sounds of the clanging could be heard.

Lan Feng's attacks came and went as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he had disappeared without a trace. He fell back a few meters, his face turned pale and he spat out two mouthfuls of blood. Duke Durham also gasped because there was a three inch long sword wound on his arm, abdomen and thigh that was bleeding profusely.

Lan Feng's internal organs were shaken by the fighting spirit. Although he looked much better off than Duke Durham, he was actually injured even more severely. He had completely relied on his strange martial arts to sneak attack his opponent without his knowledge, which was why he had left three superficial wounds on his opponent. However, he only had true energy equivalent to the early stage of the Cyan Stage, which was way too inferior to the mid and late stages of the Blue Stage. If not for the effect of the Ghost Hell Yin Roar, which reduced the opponent's defensive power by several times, he wouldn't even have the ability to break through the Duke Durham's defenses, let alone injure him.

As a result, even under my secret sneak attack, as long as Duke Durham had the opportunity to exchange direct blows with him, even if he was caught off guard, he would still be injured by the opponent's attack. This was the fundamental difference in strength; there was no such thing as luck!

Duke Durham used his battle spirit to seal the bleeding wound. Shame and anger mixed together, he was a dignified Grand Marshal of the Empire, a Battle Sage Ranker expert, but he was actually stabbed by a little kid who had just gone through a coming of age ceremony. If word of this were to spread, would he still have the face to meet anyone in the future?

"Wah!" I can't believe that the noble Duke Durham was injured by the Empire of Sarn's trash! Eighteen years old who just finished his coming of age ceremony, oh, and it's a frontal injury! "

Princess MerLin's voice came from far away and her voice was filled with surprise. She had even called Lan Feng trash. However, Lan Feng was not angry, and neither were the students of Royal College. Lan Feng's performance had already proven his excellence, and the meaning behind MerLin's words were very clear — a dignified Battle Sage who had cultivated battle spirit for several tens of years, yet was injured by a young man who was called a piece of trash at the age of eighteen. Then what about him? He was definitely worse than trash!

All the students in the plaza erupted into laughter that was never heard before. Lan Feng laughed, His Majesty Marder and the others who were on the stage also laughed. Duke Durham's old face was flushed red, he wished that he could find a hole to hide in. His thousands of private soldiers faces were filled with shame, they could not hold onto the weapons in their hands.

"I … I …" Duke Durham trembled all over.

"Protect the king! Protect the king! "

"The Royal Guards have arrived!"

"The Royal Knights are here!"

"The Royal Magician Group has arrived!"

"The Knights of Light have arrived!"

"The Light Magician Group has arrived!"

"The War God's Fighting Arm has arrived!"

Tens of thousands of people, wearing all sorts of armors and long robes, followed the six formations as the standard. It was as though they had appeared out of thin air around the plaza, and the entire plaza was completely surrounded.

The His Majesty Marder laughed coldly and shouted: "Duke Durham and Duke of Hulu have joined hands with the private army to rebel, capture them all and kill them on the spot!"

Merri refused to be outdone, and practically jumped as he shouted, "Duke Durham, Duke of Hulu disregards the orders of His Highness the War God, kill the War God envoy, take him down! Let them go up to the stake! "

"Clank!" The sound of a weapon falling on the ground.

'Dong! 'The sound of something falling was heard.

"Putong!" The sound of someone kneeling.

In short, from the moment Duke Durham and the Duke of Hulu threw away their weapons in fear, all of their private soldiers were disarmed in the span of a few breaths.

They were all elites, but compared to the elites of the imperial family and the Holy See, there was an insurmountable gap in both quantity and quality. Especially the Royal Guards and War God Fighters, the two groups only had a total of two thousand people, but the lowest of the two thousand people had the strength of Green Stage, which made up thirty percent of the experts in the Cyan Stage and the two captains had the strength of the Battle Sage!

"Your Majesty!" Duke Durham laid on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he said miserably, "Your subject has never had the intention of rebelling, but only wants to avenge my grandson!"

The His Majesty Marder was also troubled in his heart, "The first clan of the Four Great Clans has made a great contribution to the establishment of the empire, and they have the decree of the Great Emperor of the Sun, so as long as they do not betray the empire, they cannot subordinate the empire. Moreover, the four great families were mutually restricting. If they were killed, the other two families would be in trouble. "Dhanko and Huoluo are both heavily armed. Even if we kill them, we won't be able to guarantee that we'll be able to completely subdue them. Once we start fighting because of their deaths, then …"

If he killed them, it would be a hundred times more harmful than a hundred thousand. His Majesty Marder did not dare think about the consequences of killing them. However, no matter how one put it, what they did just now was an outrageous act. If they were to let it go just like that, then where would the prestige of the Imperial Family go?

After thinking for a long time, until bruises started to appear on the foreheads of the two dukes, their skins started to break, and they started to bleed. Only then did the His Majesty Marder say in a deep voice, "Duke Durham and the Duke of Hulu ignore the empire's laws, break the rules of the duel and lead their private troops to go against their wishes. Although there is no intention to rebel, there are still many crimes that we have committed. Considering the fact that both their families have contributed for generations and the fact that their families lost their lives uncontrollably, we will punish them lightly. "

"First, the two families cut off half of their private troops and sent the other half to the front. Secondly, as the first offender, the Duke Durham and the Duke of Hulu's staff of punishment were fifty, while the other accomplices present were twenty. Finally, Duke Durham and Duke of Hulu are not allowed to pursue the matter of the duel. "

The two dukes kowtowed as if they were pounding garlic. They also knew the reason why the His Majesty Marder did not serve under them. According to the law, today's actions were enough for their entire clan to die a hundred times. On the other hand, a myriad of thoughts sprouted in both of their hearts. Although they were spared death today, from today onwards, they would no longer be relied on by the emperor. A subject that dared to defy the emperor's orders and confront swords and weapons would not be entrusted with any heavy responsibilities by any emperor.

As for Lan Feng, he had naturally become the person they resented the most. If not for him, their grandson would not have died, and if not for him, they would not have received such a punishment, and even more so, would not have been affected by the family's status.

Of course, Lan Feng would not care about them. Ever since he had decided to show his power and kill the three of them, he had already prepared to fight. Who knew that the dramatic turn of events would not only spare him, but that he would also be favored and won over by both the imperial power and the church? It could be said that his life was taken, so what was there to be afraid of?

Walking down the arena, he respectfully handed over the sword with both hands. "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your assistance with the divine sword."

His Majesty Marder took the sword and put it back into his scabbard, and gently smiled: "Alright, too many things have happened today, you must be tired, so go back and have a good rest. "Remember, after three days, you will be coming to the palace to attend the ceremony and the royal ball. You are the protagonist, so you can't be late."

The Royal College was in chaos and the people of the imperial city were in an unprecedented panic. The His Majesty Marder was physically and mentally exhausted, and it took a lot of effort for him to use the excuse of 'exercise' to calm the panic.

Lan Feng's name spread throughout the entire capital's aristocracy circle, but he had already turned from a trash from a day ago into a rare genius. And then, with the capital city as the center, it spread to the commoners, the nobles, and the commoners of other cities at high speed. Its fame far surpassed what it had been back then. At the same time, the doors to the Mont and Bolan's residences were tightly shut. It was unknown if it was because they were recuperating from their injuries and were too embarrassed to leave their homes, or because their faces had been smashed by Lan Feng's treasured sword.

In short, after the chaos in Royal College, Lan Feng announced that he had risen to prominence, and that it would be spread by the members of the aristocratic families present that day. For example, the His Majesty Marder was preparing to betroth the Little Princess to him, the Emperor had given the Divine ranked sword to Lan Feng to use, and had bestowed the Imperial Knight with a title.

Baron Lan Feng Mochel, the youngest Imperial Knight. He became a hot topic in the aristocratic circles in the imperial city. Of course, the Moche family's reputation had also risen and reached a peak that had never been seen in the past hundred years. And the reason was because a 'trash of the imperial city', who was only eighteen years old, had created a legend.