Imperial God Emperor

Ye Qingyu uttered a loud gloating laugh.

In order to be in the limelight, silly dog Little Nine reacted impulsively and swallowed that Brute Race soldier. Once he returned to the City of Light he continuously had diarrhea and ended up directly squatting on the toilet and did not come out, until he collapsed. A chubby cute little white dog was now looking like a shriveled up orange.

“Woof... Oh, no, it’s coming again...” Little Nine’s stomach was grumbling again, gnashing his teeth, he covered his stomach, stood up, finally turned and bolted, disappearing in a puff of smoke. 

Ye Qingyu burst into a loud laugh.

But also shocked by the strong adaptability of the silly dog.

If it were other battle pets, they most likely would have been reduced to ashes, but this stupid guy forcibly excreted the flames and the brute power within the Brute soldier’s body, via the method of diarrhea. It was abnormal.

This made Ye Qingyu increasingly puzzled about this idiot’s background.

Bang!

There was a violent shaking of the ground.

The [Flowing Silver Light Formation] seemed like would soon shatter into pieces. Silver ripples were gushing out, the red wooden club in the silly dog Little Nine’s mouth was almost splitting open...

The masters of the Light Palace and the Envoys of Light were gathered together at the [Light Palace], waiting for Ye Qingyu’s next order.

The faces of Wen Wan, Ximen Yeshui, and Gao Han faces were void of expression, especially the former two, who also had an indifferent attitude and Mad Tiger Wen was sat eating noodles. While Ximen Yeshui had managed to buy a parrot from somewhere and was teaching the parrot chat up lines... 

“Wow, hello beautiful girl.”

“Sister, you’re a fairy from the palace in the moon?”

“Beautiful girl, long night, how about having a drink together? Don’t be afraid, I'm not a bad person...”

Ximen Yeshui was teaching the parrot with an unprecedented serious attitude.

It is said that he learned from the romantic prodigal son Li Changheng.

By carrying a parrot that could speak, it would be easy to approach those women and strike up a conversation with them.

While Gao Han was standing straight with a stern and calm look on his face.

Dai Youmeng and Liu Jingyan looked a little uneasy, standing behind Gao Han and the others, and keeping their head low. No one knew what they were thinking about.

Bai Yuanxing, Jin Ling’er and the others were standing quietly at the edge of the fiery forest.

Mother Wu and a few servants were anxiously standing on one side.

Only a deaf and mute old man was sweeping the ground, unaware of the impending crisis outside the city. He was still waving the straw broom and sweeping the leaves on the ground as usual.

And farther away, the wretched-looking fat man, along with his soldiers, were hiding in the military camp, discussing about how they should escape if the city was defeated, which route was more secure, and how to avoid the imperial guards...

Ye Qingyu’s brows were knitted in a frown.

What to do next, he also was not sure himself.

The Spiritual monkey battle companion had vowed that the foundation of the [Light Palace] could absolutely resist all and that there was no need for Ye Qingyu to do anything, it will handle everything. He believed the monkey, but now the monkey could not even win against the giant jet-black bell, it had seemingly messed up...

If this could not work, then it’s time to use strength.

Ye Qingyu was a little hesitant, when the red parrot on Ximen Yeshui’s shoulder seemed frightened by the battle outside, and was flapping its wings wildly and shrieking...

“Damn, you scared your granddad me.” The parrot screamed with a shrill voice.

“Damn, don’t swear, speak words of love, understand? Say a little bit...” Ximen Yeshui said irritably. 

The dark-faced scholar hastily soothed his new precious baby and grumbled, “Damn, I have been teaching [Rosy Cloud] for more than 10 days, and only managed to teach it a few romantic words, but because you scared it, it is starting to swear, how can I use it to pick up girls...” 

He could not stand it any longer, looked at Ye Qingyu, and said, “I say, Brother Ye... Oh, no, Palace Lord, what are we going to do next, these bastards needs to be killed... It’s too noisy, if you’re not doing something, I will...”

Ye Qingyu cast a glance at the dark-faced scholar, saying irritably, “Good, you do something, it would be good if you kill them all.” 

Ximen Yeshui breathed a sigh of relief. “Tell me earlier...” Then glanced at Wen Wan, hesitated for a moment, thinking that this crazy noodle-eating demon was not very trustworthy, turned to Gao Han, saying, “Hey, old Gao, please take care of my bird...” and stuffed the parrot into Gao Han’s arms.

Gao Han reluctantly received the parrot.

Ximen Yeshui rolled up his sleeves, made a grabbing motion with one hand, when the three-pronged trident appeared in his hand. He stepped out, his body soaring into the sky, and in a split second came to the [Flowing Silver Light Formation].

The scarlet light projectile found Ximen Yeshui.

Swoosh! 

Like lightning, the scarlet light struck down at Ximen Yeshui’s forehead.

“Go to hell, don’t disturb me training my bird,” Ximen Yeshui roared, jabbing out with his three-pronged spear.

His movements were leisurely like the wind and seemed extremely slow, but it directly stabbed at the scarlet light projectile.

Ding!Ding!

A faint, light noise sounded.

Before the [Light Palace], all eyes were wide open.

Ye Qingyu has been secretly pinching an object. In case this dark-faced scholar was defeated, he could immediately come to the rescue, but who would have imagined that the next scene almost made all eyes fall out. 

The incomparably fierce and violent scarlet light projectile unexpectedly really was poked away by Ximen Yeshui...

And the price that Ximen Yeshui paid was only losing his balance for a short moment in mid-air.

The scarlet light projectile paused, seemingly a bit afraid, and soared, shooting to the air.

“Disturb my bird, unforgivable, where are you going!” Ximen Yeshui transformed into a rainbow, chasing it like a storm, and repeatedly thrusting his three-pronged spear out.

Unbelievable. 

The shock that Ye Qingyu felt was simply beyond words.

Unexpectedly... like this...

The dark-faced scholar was so powerful?

He suddenly remembered that, in the [Formation Sovereign] Luo Su’s Palace, Ximen Yeshui once very generously offered his three-pronged spear to him. He casually declined at that time, now thinking back, how blind was he that he could not tell good from bad!

What Sect was this person from?

Who was his master?

This moment, Ye Qingyu rubbed his eyes hard. He thought that he was very accurate in judging people, but he had misjudged so badly this time...

The scarlet light projectile was comparable to an extreme level expert. It could inflict serious damage to Ye Qingyu when in the state of the sky dragon, but Ximen Yeshui could poke him away with a fork.

What Ye Qingyu saw was simply unbelievable.

But thinking back again, he shouldn’t blame myself.

Because ever since he knew Ximen Yeshui, was there ever a time that his words, actions, and manner resembled those of a top master?

Besides the time at the [Formation Sovereign] Luo Su’s palace when he was more striking than usual, other times, he acted like an idiot. Once at the Imperial Capital, he was addicted to wine and obsessed with beautiful girls, and in order to pick up girls he went to train a parrot... 

Just where was the grace of a skilled master?

On the other side.

Liu Jingyan and Dai Youmeng almost bit their own tongue. 

When they saw Ximen Yeshui stabbing his fork lightly to kill two Brute soldiers before, that was shocking enough, but the strength that he showed now was far beyond their understanding. 

They originally thought that among the seven great Envoys of Light, besides Gao Han who had been acknowledged by the Palace Lord, their status was the highest. After all, they were the most senior.

And Wen Wan, Ximen Yeshui, Li Changheng, and Yang Henshui were known to ignore their proper duties, eat, drink, fight and chase after girls. While that wretched-looking fat man loved to gamble. These few people could form an ‘eating, drinking, whoring and gambling’ elite camp. 

But now, it seemed that the two of them were the ones who were pathetic.

Especially the strength that Ximen Yeshui showed which made these two people feel a strong sense of crisis. They already knew that they had performed badly during the fight with Brute Race soldiers and if they do not do a good job now, they would most likely lose the favour of the Palace Lord.

But, how could they show him their worth?

Looking at the constant attacks of the golden coiled dragon cudgel and the giant jet-black bell in the air, then at Ximen Yeshui who was clasping a fork frantically chasing the scarlet light projectile, they knew that no matter which battle it was, there was no way they could meddle in. And even for the Imperial Guards outside, Liu Jingyan and Dai Youmeng did not have the courage to meet them head-on.

Like ostriches, they were keeping their heads low.

Ye Qingyu didn’t notice so much.

He gazed at the battle in the void for a moment, and could finally put his heart at rest, because Ximen Yeshui was absolutely occupying the upper hand. That scarlet light projectile was hiding from place to place, and he was in no danger at all.

The Palace Lord heaved a sigh of relief.

So the crisis seemed to have been temporarily lifted?

For the time being, there was no other threatening force in the City of Light except the giant jet-black bell and the scarlet-light projectile.

As for those Imperial Guards...

Without a top expert commanding them, the Imperial Guards numbering ten thousand, that had lost the four eagles’ leadership, was not a threat to the [Light Palace].

Ye Qingyu had begun to plan out how to fight back in his mind and surprise the people of the Imperial Capital that were watching this battle.

He firmly believed that since the situation had developed to this stage, all people were most likely waiting for the outcome of the first battle between the [Light Palace] and the Right Minister’s residence. 

The chaos of the empire now could only be settled with a decisive, lightning action. They must prescribe a powerful medicine to relieve the chronic disease. A slow treatment was impossible.

Because the Demon Race and Brute Race absolutely would not give the Human Race too much time. Not to mention that the various major forces of the empire all had selfish intentions, and perhaps would like to see the empire fall, take advantage of the situation, split the territories between them, and become king!