Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 666 - 670: Zhao Yun Enters the Black Panther Saint’s Court_1

"How could this be?"

"Why is a newly ascendant world so powerful?"

News of the Qin Dynasty Saint's Court's victory over the Extreme Demon Temple spread. Within the Black Panther Saint's Court, everyone from the Saint Lord to the common people was enveloped in gloom, their once familiar laughter and cheerfulness gone. These two questions echoed in everyone's mind, like an eternal, unsolvable mystery.

"My esteemed ministers, what should we do now?"

In the grand palace, the Black Panther Saint Lord sat upon his high throne, his face grim as he surveyed his officials below, and asked with imposing authority.

The hall was silent. Whether they were the sycophantic civil officials or the battle-hardened military generals, all became deaf and mute at this moment.

"What?" the Black Panther Saint Lord roared angrily after a moment of continued silence. "Among all you elites of the court, not one can offer a solution?"

His overwhelming imperial might erupted, causing the great hall to tremble as if it were about to collapse.

"Please, Your Majesty, quell your anger!" The civil and military officials trembled and knelt.

It was not that they did not want to speak, but they could not conceive of a solution. The strength of the Qin Dynasty Saint's Court was far greater than they had imagined. They had actually slaughtered two Protectors and eight Elders of the Extreme Demon Temple!

If the Qin Dynasty Saint's Court killing the Three Demons of Laughter, Crying, and Mourning had merely frightened them before, now they felt utterly helpless, as if plunging into an endless abyss. Living in the Second Heaven, they understood the rules of the Myriad Realms all too well. The strong could wantonly bully the weak. And if the weak offended the strong, they would suffer devastating retribution.

"Prime Minister, you speak first?"

The Black Panther Saint Lord clenched his fists, his heart filled with bitter despair. So these were his officials! Usually, they could command mountains and rivers with their words, eloquent and authoritative. But when it truly mattered, they all became deaf and mute. Not a single one was reliable! He secretly resolved that once this crisis was averted, he would purge the court of these incompetents.

"Your Majesty," the Prime Minister hesitated before cupping his hands and saying, "perhaps we could prepare some modest gifts and sue for peace?"

"Sue for peace?" The Black Panther Saint Lord's expression froze, a mirthless smile touching his lips. The coldness in his eyes intensified as he questioned icily, "You want *me* to sue for peace with a newly ascended Human Race power?"

"That's the Human Race!" he roared. "What are you thinking? Do you have a pig's brain? No! Even the Pig Tribe is smarter than you!"

The glacial voice reverberated through the hall, like a thousand-year arctic wind, making everyone shiver.

The Prime Minister's face paled. He suddenly came to his senses, his eyes filled with regret. Damn it, how could I forget the Qin Dynasty Saint's Court is a Human Race power!

The Human Race—they were the sworn enemies of the All Clans. If they sought peace now, they might solve a small problem only to invite a greater one: being branded by the All Clans as allies of the Human Race.

"Your Majesty, the Qin Dynasty Saint's Court just offended the Extreme Demon Temple. Perhaps they won't have time for us!" a minister said, clinging to a sliver of hope.

However, no sooner had he spoken than a terrifying aura descended from the Ninth Heaven, causing the entire Minor Thousand World to tremble slightly.

"Prepare for battle!" The Black Panther Saint Lord said with a bitter smile. He drew his imperial sword, exuding supreme imperial might, and strode out of the hall.

The enemy was at their gates; as their monarch, he could not remain indifferent.

BOOM!

Another muffled explosion. A radiant battle spear, possessing peerless sharpness, tore through the world's celestial veil, shattered layers of the Void, and descended upon the Imperial City of the Black Panther Saint's Court.

Boundless spear radiance swept out. The great protective formation of the city was like crisp paper, shattering with a single blow. Vast swathes of buildings collapsed, the ground subsided, and all turned to ash.

In the blink of an eye, the once majestic Imperial City was reduced to ruins, burying countless souls. Most of the people of the Black Panther Saint's Court perished before they could even react, their eyes closing forever. Only a small number with higher cultivation levels narrowly escaped, fleeing tens of thousands of miles away, still shaken.

Under everyone's watch, Zhao Yun, clad in silver armor, strode out calmly. He exuded an invincible spear intent that seemed capable of piercing heaven and earth, extinguishing all living beings.

"Black Panther Saint Lord, show yourself!"

Zhao Yun's cold, arrogant voice resounded throughout the world, shaking the Eight Desolates.

In the ruined palace, the civil and military officials of the Black Panther Saint's Court all looked at the Black Panther Saint Lord, a hint of urgency in their gazes.

"Your Majesty, for the Saint's Court!" the Prime Minister urged softly.

"I know!" The Black Panther Saint Lord glared at the Prime Minister, took a deep breath to suppress the fury in his heart, and flew into the sky.

"General," the Black Panther Saint Lord forced a smile, asking in a low, deferential tone devoid of any monarch's dignity, "may I ask what business brings you to seek this humble king? What are your instructions?"

"I have come primarily to seek your guidance," Zhao Yun replied, "to ask you about the method of advancing to a Heavenly Court!"

Zhao Yun waved his hand. The battle spear embedded in the Imperial City transformed into a white dragon and flew into his palm. Its sharp point made the Black Panther Saint Lord's heart tremble.

The method to advance to a Heavenly Court! The Black Panther Saint Lord was taken aback. Isn't this common knowledge? Then it struck him: the Qin Dynasty Saint's Court had just ascended to the Myriad Realms, so it was natural they wouldn't know.

"General, this humble king can present the method for advancing to a Heavenly Court. In that case," the Black Panther Saint Lord's eyes flickered as he continued, realizing the Qin Dynasty Saint's Court had a request for him, "can the enmity between us be written off?"

His biggest worry now was that the Qin Dynasty Saint's Court would dredge up old scores. If they could be resolved, nothing could be better.

"No!" Zhao Yun shook his head, the killing intent in his eyes undiminished, and declared domineeringly, "Wrongdoings must be accounted for!"

"In this world, every cause has an effect!"

"Handing over the method to advance to a Heavenly Court will only ensure the Black Panther Tribe is not exterminated. That is my bottom line, and it is also the price for your attempt to steal the Immortal Nectar!"

An accounting! The Black Panther Saint Lord's expression changed; he naturally understood what those words implied.

"Who is it?"

"Who dares cause trouble in the Black Panther Saint's Court?"

"A mere early-stage Profound Immortal of the Human Race! Who gave you such audacity?"

Just then, three furious roars echoed from the depths of the palace's forbidden area. Overwhelming sound waves swept out, shattering tens of thousands of miles of the Void and annihilating everything in their path.

Immediately, three Ancestors of the Black Panther Saint's Court, who had been in long-term seclusion, emerged. Wielding Immortal Swords, they radiated a vast and majestic pressure that engulfed the Heavenly Universe. Myriad streams of Sword Qi surged, blanketing the four cardinal directions and the six points of the cosmos. Without pausing, they attacked directly. The oppressive might of three mid-stage Profound Immortals bore down on Zhao Yun.

"Ancestors, don't—!" The Black Panther Saint Lord cried out in alarm. The three Ancestors had been in seclusion and were unaware of Zhao Yun's identity and background, but he knew! If anything happened to Zhao Yun, the entire Black Panther Tribe would likely be exterminated.

However, the scene that unfolded next left his jaw agape, completely shattering his perception of reality.

"Ants!" Facing the assault of three mid-stage Profound Immortal Martial Artists, Zhao Yun, himself only an early-stage Profound Immortal, showed a disdainful smile. He brandished his battle spear and thrust it into the Void three times.

RUMBLE!

Terrifying spear intent erupted, causing the sun and moon to lose their light and the stars to dim.

In the next instant, the faces of the three once-arrogant Ancestors of the Black Panther Saint's Court filled with terror. They were struck down by the spear qi, their bodies torn asunder.

"Now, it's time for you to make your choice!"

After casually dispatching the three powerhouses, Zhao Yun looked at the Black Panther Saint Lord and said calmly.

His handsome face and the gentle smile playing on his lips seemed amiable, yet they plunged the Black Panther Saint Lord into endless despair and profound desolation.