229: Yang was seriously injured in the early morning.

Guided by Su Jinrou, Yang Lingchen stepped into the towering and majestic imperial palace of the Tianfeng Holy Dynasty.

The two arrived before the heavenly spirit pagoda, and after registering their detailed identity information according to regulations, Yang Lingchen followed closely behind Su Jinrou into the heavenly spirit pagoda.

Entering the heavenly spirit pagoda, Yang Lingchen quickly found a quiet secret room, preparing to begin his crucial Breakthrough journey, while Su Jinrou also turned and entered another secret room to Cultivate.

Yang Lingchen sat cross-legged slowly in the secret room, eyes closed tightly, his expression solemn. He took a deep breath and began to circulate the Vast Heaven Art within his body. The Aura around him gradually became turbulent, and his Divine Origin Power flowed rapidly through his Meridians as he wholeheartedly charged towards the Great Emperor Realm.

A Breakthrough to the Great Emperor Realm was by no means easy, and the time required was difficult to estimate; it could take as little as three to five days, or as long as ten days to half a month.

Furthermore, for every Cultivator, there was only one chance in a lifetime to break through to the Great Emperor Realm. Once the Breakthrough failed, it meant that they would be destined to never reach the Great Emperor Realm in this life.

This was one of the key reasons why many Peak God Emperor Cultivators would spare no cost and risk their lives to collect Great Emperor Luck.

Possessing sufficient Great Emperor Luck not only increased the chances of a successful Breakthrough but also made one's Combat Power more powerful after the Breakthrough.

Time passed like a white horse crossing a crevice, and in the blink of an eye, five days had gone by.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen sat cross-legged, his brows locked tightly, teeth gritted; clearly, he had reached the critical moment of his Breakthrough.

A dazzling light radiated from his entire body as he condensed all his Divine Origin Power into one point, then, with the force of an avalanche, charged madly towards the invisible barrier of the Great Emperor Realm.

"Break for me!" Yang Lingchen roared, his voice shaking the heavens.

"Rumble... Rumble!"

In an instant, strange phenomena appeared between heaven and earth. Wild winds howled, dark clouds gathered, and lightning flashed and thundered.

Countless Spiritual Qi seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, surging from all directions towards where Yang Lingchen was, forming a massive Spiritual Qi vortex.

"Great Emperor Realm, First Layer."

The moment Yang Lingchen successfully broke through, the entire Tianfeng World trembled. Thunder rumbled across the sky, and violent storms swept through the entire Tianfeng World like a wild beast.

"Such a phenomenon, a peerless Prodigy must have been born."

At this moment, countless God Emperors looked up at the starry sky, their expressions varying. Some were amazed, some envious, while others felt jealousy and vigilance.

After the Breakthrough, Yang Lingchen suddenly opened his eyes, two beams of sharp light shooting out from them.

At this moment, he had finally successfully stepped into the Great Emperor Realm, becoming a true Great Emperor powerhouse.

Now, with Yang Lingchen's strength, as long as no Heavenly Emperor Realm powerhouse appeared, he would be an invincible existence among the Great Emperor Realm.

Originally, Yang Lingchen had planned to go to the Phoenix clan to find Feng Xueqing immediately after breaking through to the Great Emperor Realm.

However, looking at the current situation, if he wanted to leave the Tianfeng Holy Dynasty, he had to properly deal with the trouble that was Su Jinrou.

After all, to resolve the issue with Su Jinrou, he needed to at least reach the Peak of the Great Emperor Realm.

One had to know that Su Jinrou's strength had reached at least the fifth layer of the Heavenly Emperor Realm; the gap between them was not just a little bit.

Leaving the heavenly spirit pagoda, Yang Lingchen walked with firm steps towards the Princesss Mansion.

Just at this moment, the sound of galloping beast hooves came from afar, and an extremely luxurious beast carriage sped over.

On both sides of the beast carriage were rows of imposing soldiers wearing battle armor, each with a serious expression, holding sharp weapons, and emitting a chilling Aura.

Seeing the beast carriage approaching, Yang Lingchen wisely chose to step aside. After all, this was the imperial palace, a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers resided, and there were countless people stronger than him.

"Oh! Isn't this Yang Lingchen?"

Prince Su Shiji stepped down from the beast carriage. He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes looking down from above, filled with disdain and contempt as he looked down at Yang Lingchen.

"Greetings, Eighteenth Prince."

Yang Lingchen suppressed the displeasure in his heart and cupped his hands. After all, one had to bow their head under the eaves; this was the imperial palace, and a moment of carelessness could lead to a fatal disaster.

"Eighteenth younger brother, who is he!"

At this time, another youth wearing yellow brocade clothes stepped out of the beast carriage. This person had a straight figure, and his brows revealed an innate arrogance; he was the Fourth Prince of the Tianfeng Holy Dynasty, Su Beiyang.

"Fourth Imperial Brother, his name is Yang Lingchen. I heard he is currently working under Imperial Sister Jinrou." Su Shiji said with a flattering smile on his Face, introducing him to Su Beiyang.

"Imperial Sister Jinrou's servant." Su Beiyang sneered, then his Face darkened, and he shouted: "Why haven't you knelt down yet upon seeing This Prince?"

"Sorry, I don't know how to kneel. How about you demonstrate it for me?"

Yang Lingchen's Face instantly became extremely gloomy; the anger in his heart had been ignited.

He never expected that just by walking on the road, he would suffer such humiliation for no reason.

"Damn it, are the princes of this Tianfeng Holy Dynasty all crazy? Did I provoke you?" Yang Lingchen felt depressed to the extreme.

"You don't know what's good for you. Commander Duan, teach him how to kneel."

A cold light flashed in Su Beiyang's eyes. As a prince, when had he ever been contradicted by a servant like this? If he didn't give the other party a taste of his power today, where would his Face be?

Since childhood, he had a bad relationship with Su Jinrou, and now, at the critical moment of competing for the throne, Su Jinrou was his greatest enemy.

In the Tianfeng Holy Dynasty, the position of crown prince was not limited by gender; even a princess was qualified to inherit the throne.

Of course, after the princess eventually abdicated, the throne would still have to be returned to the Su family.

"Audacious, how dare you not kneel and salute when seeing His Highness the Fourth Prince."

The commander surnamed Duan heard this and immediately walked towards Yang Lingchen aggressively. He raised a foot and kicked fiercely at Yang Lingchen's knee.

"Damn you, forbearance has a limit."

In that instant, the anger in the depths of Yang Lingchen's heart was completely ignited.

He saw his immortal demon sword suddenly unsheathed, the blade flashing with a cold light.

With a flick of his wrist, the Sword Qi tore through the Void Realm, carrying a biting Killing Intent, and instantly swept across the neck of the commander surnamed Duan.

The guard commander surnamed Duan's eyes widened, his Face full of disbelief.

He clutched his throat tightly with both hands, trying to stop the blood from constantly spilling out.

However, all of this was destined to be in vain.

Not long after, his body fell straight down, completely losing his breath.

"Audacious fanatic, how dare you commit murder in the imperial palace. Take him, This Prince, and if he resists, kill him on the spot." Su Beiyang's mouth curled into a cruel sneer.

Originally, he didn't dare to kill Yang Lingchen openly; after all, Yang Lingchen was Su Jinrou's person.

But now, since Yang Lingchen had killed someone first, he had nothing to worry about.

As Su Beiyang's words fell, a group of guards instantly surrounded Yang Lingchen like a tide.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen's Face became extremely gloomy, as if it could drip water. At this moment, only endless Killing Intent existed in his heart; no matter what, he would not choose to be captured without a fight.

Facing the guards who were closing in step by step, a look of determination flashed across Yang Lingchen's Face. He suddenly activated his Movement Technique, moving through the crowd like a ghost. The immortal demon sword in his hand swung continuously, sword shadows multiplying, and cold light flickering.

"Swish, swish, swish...!"

With the support of the God Slaying Sword Art, wherever Yang Lingchen went, Sword Qi crisscrossed, forming a Domain of death. In a short while, dozens of guards were slaughtered by Yang Lingchen. Blood stained the ground, and the air was filled with a thick, bloody smell.

At this moment, Su Shiji was dumbfounded. He stood there blankly, his mouth wide open, unable to close it.

He really couldn't understand how Yang Lingchen, who had just broken through to the Great Emperor Realm, could have such powerful strength? Even an Invincible Level Cultivator shouldn't be this formidable!

"Boy, cease your arrogance!"

Just at this moment, a gray-clothed middle-aged man beside Su Beiyang moved like lightning, blasting a palm towards Yang Lingchen.

This palm contained extremely powerful force, the biting Palm Force carrying thick Killing Intent, as if it wanted to crush Yang Lingchen into meat paste.

At the critical moment, Yang Lingchen hurriedly took out the black cauldron and blocked it in front of him.

"Rumble...!"

A heaven-shaking loud noise came, and Yang Lingchen only felt an irresistible force strike him, sending him flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

"Puff...!"

Even with the black cauldron blocking, Yang Lingchen was still blasted into spitting blood, his internal organs feeling as if they had shifted, and severe pain spread throughout his body.

Just at the moment Yang Lingchen was about to hit the ground, a sturdy figure flashed over and caught Yang Lingchen in her arms.

Yang Lingchen struggled to open his eyes, finding himself held in Su Jinrou's arms. His stomach churned violently, and he instantly spat out blood again.

"Zheng Donglai, you dare to touch my person; it seems you are truly tired of living." Su Jinrou's fierce eyes were filled with thick Killing Intent, as if she wanted to burn everything in front of her to ashes.

"Eldest Princess, have mercy!"

The gray-clothed middle-aged man was terrified, his Face pale, his legs went weak, and he knelt directly on the ground. His body trembled uncontrollably, and cold sweat rained down his forehead.

"Sixth Imperial Sister, this is just a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding."

Su Beiyang hurriedly stood out; after all, Zheng Donglai was his subordinate. If Zheng Donglai was killed, his Face would be completely lost.

Cold light flashed in Su Jinrou's eyes, and she instantly slapped him.

"Slap...!"

Su Beiyang's right cheek instantly swelled up, with five bright red finger marks clearly visible. He was dizzy from this slap, almost falling to the ground.

"Su Jinrou, you...!"

Su Beiyang was furious, clutching his Face with his hand, his eyes bloodshot, wishing he could rush up and fight Su Jinrou to the death.

"Try saying another word?"

Su Jinrou glanced coldly at Su Beiyang, her gaze seemingly able to freeze a person's Soul.

"You... unreasonable."

Su Beiyang gritted his teeth, but in the end, he dared not be presumptuous again.

"Daring to touch my person, no one can save you." Su Jinrou looked coldly at Zheng Donglai, her gaze as if looking at a dead person.

She swung the battle sword in her hand, the Sword Qi cutting through the Void Realm, carrying biting Killing Intent, as if it wanted to tear the air apart.

"Swish...!"

"Your Highness, have mercy."

Before the gray-clothed middle-aged man could finish speaking, Su Jinrou's Sword Qi had ruthlessly cut his throat.

"Boom...!"

The gray-clothed middle-aged man fell straight down with an expression of unwillingness, completely losing his breath.

"Can you still walk?" Su Jinrou looked at Yang Lingchen, her voice filled with a hint of concern.

"Yes!" Yang Lingchen gritted his teeth, using the immortal demon sword to support the ground, and slowly took two steps.

He was indeed seriously injured this time, and being able to stand up was already the limit of his strength, after all, that Zheng Donglai was a Heavenly Emperor Realm powerhouse.

Su Jinrou frowned slightly, directly picking Yang Lingchen up in her arms, then lightly tapped her toes on the ground and flew towards the Princesss Mansion.

Held in Su Jinrou's arms, Yang Lingchen only felt a sense of embarrassment and discomfort. He spat out another mouthful of blood and then passed out.

Watching Su Jinrou's retreating back, Su Beiyang's Face instantly became extremely hideous. He clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails digging deep into his palms.

"Su Jinrou, one day, This Prince will make you pay back a hundred times over."

Su Beiyang gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with sinister light.