The Demon Emperor was Saint Emperor-Chapter 32: Beat the Young, Then the Old Comes
"My vitality... my Fighting Spirit!"
Lajian Wilson was pressed down to the ground, demonstrating a truly impotent fury.
All the equipment he had on was of the 500 level, but in just a short moment, the Fighting Spirit he had painstakingly cultivated had plummeted to below 300 level, and the ill-fitting equipment oppressed him until he was reduced to a puddle of mud.
If no one came to rescue him, and his level continued to plummet below 100, the weight of his equipment would even pose a threat to his life.
"Young Master Lajian!"
"Quick! Quickly save him!"
Amidst Lajian Wilson’s ravenous cries, the Wilson Clan members realized the situation in shock and hurriedly flustered to save him.
As long as it wasn’t forcibly worn, even a 500-level equipment could be easily handled by an ordinary person with some strength. Seeing Young Master Lajian’s situation, everyone scrambled to strip him clean, leaving only his non-equipment underwear.
"Quick, notify the Duke!"
"Hold him! Don’t let him escape!"
Perhaps prompted by an authoritative figure stepping forward, orders were given to notify the Duke who was waiting for distinguished guests, while the mansion’s guards were commanded to capture the culprit, Lynn.
The guards who were pointed at: "..."
Am I really to capture the terrifying powerhouse who casually knocked out a Saint Tier?
It’s just that they hadn’t watched the 1986 version of "Journey to the West," otherwise they would have empathized with the struggle of Ben Bo’Erba being ordered to "eliminate Tang Monk and his disciples," like he was dispatched by the Nine-Headed Insect.
"What’s all this commotion! Making a spectacle for the Princess!"
At this moment, a voice full of authority came from the banquet hall entrance, exuding an overwhelming sense of dominance even before the person was seen.
"Duke! Young Master Lajian has been crippled!"
In the crowd, a servant who had been sent to call for help wailed loudly, efficiently rendering the previously stern Duke Wilson speechless with just a sentence.
However, in the next moment, a terrifying aura burst forth as if it were going to tear the roof apart, pushing the surrounding guests several steps back, knocking down those slightly weaker directly to the ground.
Duke Wilson, one of the ten great dukes of the Celestial Destiny Empire, last fought a year ago, already possessing 630 level of strength back then. A year later, no one knew how much further he had advanced.
But from the aura he now displayed, it seemed he had at least risen 10 levels over the past year, thereby reaching at least 640 level.
Bear in mind, this wasn’t the early-stage level that rapidly ascends; an increase of 10 levels on top of a veteran Saint Tier level indicated a talent that even seemed to surpass his genius son.
Oh no, not really, Lajian Wilson was no longer a favored prodigy; at most, he was just a Duke’s son now.
"Who! Who did this!"
Duke Wilson roared like an enraged beast, having already seen his son slumped on the ground.
Holding onto a sliver of hope, the fuming yet slightly rational Duke Wilson rushed forward before his subordinates could answer, grabbing his son’s wrist.
His faint hope was brutally extinguished, and his remaining rationality was mercilessly eroded.
Lajian’s downfall wasn’t merely due to damaged vitality causing a decline in strength; his vitality was completely destroyed, rendering him utterly powerless...
"Who on earth did this! I will kill him!"
Transforming entirely into a berserk beast, Duke Wilson exploded with a majestic Saint Tier aura, indiscriminately blasting away everyone around him, except for a stunning woman with cascading blue locks.
She was not explicitly spared by Duke Wilson; rather, his aura couldn’t harm her in the slightest.
"It’s him! His name is Lynn! He’s the one who injured Young Master Lajian!"
More than one person pointed Duke Wilson towards Lynn, and being the target of dozens of fingers pointing, Lynn showed a displeased expression, disliking being pointed at like this, even if they weren’t holding guns.
"Lynn! You’ve got a death wish..."
"Shut the hell up!"
Unable to retain his rage, Duke Wilson charged straight at Lynn, and in the blink of an eye, the expectant crowd witnessed the Duke lying unconscious next to his crippled son.
"!!!"
Even the blue-haired beauty who entered with Duke Wilson was left speechless with shock.
You instantly took down 500-level Lajian with a wave of your hand, and now you didn’t even raise a hand to take down 630+ level Duke Wilson...
Could it possibly be that the Demigod ancestor has revived? Is this guy really over 900 level?!
"Good grief, they did send the little ones and followed up with the big ones. I really wanted to deviate from the generic narrative, but you all forced me into these cliché scenarios, truly giving me a pain..."
Slapping Duke Wilson away, Lynn nonchalantly muttered, really not wanting to show off, but his opponents kept offering themselves to be smacked, always a smiling face being spared, but an angry face could only be struck!
"Vivian, we’ve now beaten the main guests of this banquet and the owner of the Duke’s Mansion. Perhaps it’s not suitable for us to stay here for dinner?"
Seeing Duke Wilson smacked unconscious, the guests and guards present avoided Lynn’s gaze, except the newly arrived blue-haired beauty who stared at him unwaveringly. To prevent any misunderstanding with the yet-to-be-successfully courted girlfriend, Lynn thought they could make their exit now.
"Huh? Oh..."
Awoken by Lynn’s reminder, Vivian thought she must be dreaming, but when Lynn took her hand, a warm sensation assured her that everything in front of her was real.
So what more could she say? Surely, she wouldn’t distance herself from Lynn and claim it was his doing, not "our" doing?
She couldn’t say such words; although she hadn’t figured out the root of the conflict between Lynn and Lajian, in her heart, she certainly sided with Lynn, considering he must need her help after creating such a scene in Celestial Destiny City...right?
"Then, let’s go."
Vivian softly agreed once more and allowed Lynn to lead her by the hand out of the place.
As they walked, everyone instinctively made way for them, leaving only the blue-haired beauty immobile, continuing to stare at Lynn... and at Vivian beside him.
"Please wait, I am Sixth Princess Helena of the Celestial Destiny Empire, may I get to know you?"
As Lynn led Vivian past the blue-haired beauty, the latter naturally extended a smooth, delicate hand towards Lynn’s free hand, displaying no intention of avoiding Vivian.
