A storm was brewing in the Great Yan Capital City. At the site of the Great Yan Dragon Wall, Saber Qi surged into the sky.
However, to Lu Mingyuan's surprise, Emperor Yong'an caught the Supreme Divine Weapon with his bare hands. The Yang Su in his palm vibrated with a low hum as the Saber Qi gradually dissipated, blocked by the overwhelming Dragon Qi.
The monarch, who had presided over the Imperial Court for more than sixty years, stared at Lu Mingyuan with a cryptic smile. His air was that of a lofty Celestial God looking down on the Mortal World with disdain. He spoke, his tone laced with mockery:
"Did you truly believe that after sixty years on the throne, my strength would be so pathetic?"
"I am the Emperor. Even if I am old and constrained by the Three Religions, my strength is not truly less than yours. Otherwise, how could I rule over all my subjects?"
Lu Mingyuan's tone was calm. "Of course, I understand that. Which is why all of this is only just beginning."
