912: Chapter 0912: The Great Qing Has Perished 912: Chapter 0912: The Great Qing Has Perished The young man and woman exchanged glances and then coldly cursed at the lobby manager, “Useless, can’t even handle this trivial matter.”

The lobby manager bowed his head, not daring to utter a single word.

The prince instructed a bearded, distinguished-looking middle-aged man, “Go and see to it that those two bumpkins vacate the room.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” the middle-aged man replied.

He nodded and, with the lobby manager signaling, used the teleportation formation to arrive outside Long Fei’s door.

He gestured for the lobby manager to knock on the door.

The lobby manager, thinking he had found strong support, kicked the door open instead of knocking.

He was also at the Enlightenment Realm cultivation level, and kicking doors was usually as easy as child’s play for him.

But this time, although it was a common Golden Silk Phoebe door, when he kicked it, a tremendous force burst forth, slamming the lobby manager against the opposite door with a bang.

The enormous force directly shattered his bones.

The opposite door was smashed to smithereens, and the men and women inside frowned in astonishment.

The lobby manager spat out blood, nearly fainting.

“You really are useless!” sneered the middle-aged man, realizing there was a master hidden within the room.

He waved his hand, summoning his longsword, and shouted into the room, “I know not who the fellow Daoist inside is, but how dare you offend His Highness the Prince’s dignity here?”

There was no response from inside, yet suddenly a gust of wind burst forth, blasting the middle-aged man ten-odd meters away with a thud.

The middle-aged man’s chest caved in, and a surge of blood rushed to his heart, prompting him to quickly take out a pill and pop it into his mouth.

The lobby manager scoffed to himself, thinking so you are not much better, yet you have the face to call others useless.

The middle-aged man’s face turned ashen, filled with utter shock.

He had not anticipated the person inside to be so powerfully cultivated that they could send him flying through a door.

Knowing he was no match, he hastily left the building and found the prince at the entrance.

His Highness the Prince and the Princess were sitting in the reception hall, sipping tea.

He glanced sideways at the man and asked, “Is it taken care of?”

Face flushed and touching the blood at the corner of his mouth, the man reported with shame, “Your Highness, the person inside has a higher cultivation level than I, and even I am no match.”

“Oh?” The Prince lifted an eyebrow and coldly laughed, “Master Xing, you claim to be the best in Chang’an, yet you’re so incompetent?”

Master Xing’s face flushed with embarrassment, wishing he could simply disappear.

Grinding his teeth, he argued, “Your Highness, the onslaught against Mount Hua Mystic Yin Sect has brought masters from all over.

As unworthy as I am, I have disappointed Your Highness.”

The prince stood up and said, “I am indeed disappointed.

Here I am, in my own tavern, being turned away at the door.

If word of this gets out, how can I, Ji Haotian, continue to stay in Chang’an?”

Master Xing bowed deeply, fists clenched, as cold sweat soaked his forehead.

Suddenly, there was a thud, and two longswords pierced Master Xing’s back at the same time.

Master Xing’s eyes bulged as he stared incredulously at the prince.

The prince remained calm, “Useless, if you lack even the courage to fight to the death with an enemy, what use is there for you in this world?”

Master Xing thudded to his knees, managing to choke out, “You’re ruthless!”

The guards dragged him away as the surrounding waitstaff hurried over to clean up the blood.

The prince turned to the princess and said, “Sister, your Mount Shu Sword Qi Technique has reached the Half-Step Nascent Soul Realm.

Why not go up there and dispatch those two thieves for some practice?”

Setting down her tea bowl, the princess coldly said, “I don’t share your boredom.

If you want to kill someone, go ahead yourself!”

She hadn’t intended on tagging along with this Imperial Brother; it was he who had insistently clung to her.

Seeing his violent manner just now, her heart filled with even greater revulsion.

The Prince hooked the corner of his mouth, shrugging his shoulders, “Very well, since the Princess has no desire to kill, let the evil-doer be dealt with by your Imperial Brother!”

With a dozen guards, he ascended the stairs.

The manager of the hall lay amidst a pile of rubble, blood trickling from his mouth, unable to rise.

As the manager saw the Prince leading people upstairs, his body curled into a shiver of excitement; he tried to speak, but his throat was choked with blood, leaving him unable to say a word.

Ji Haotian didn’t so much as glance at him, instead fixing his gaze on the doorway as he coldly called out, “Who are you villains to dare lay a hand on my people?”

The door slammed open, startling all of Ji Haotian’s guards behind him and causing them to draw their longswords.

Long Fei and his three companions revealed themselves, seated inside leisurely sipping tea, enjoying the view outside the window.

Ji Haotian had imagined them to be much older cultivators, never expecting them to be so young, and immediately, a surge of jealousy filled him, along with a bitter cold hate.

Turning his head, Long Fei looked at him indifferently, “This room was reserved by us first, and we will be staying here tonight.

Whoever dares to forcefully take it will have to die!”

His voice was calm, yet it sent shivers down Ji Haotian’s spine.

Ji Haotian had seen masters in the Capital City, but none with an aura of killing intent as rich as this, akin to a Demon King emerging from the deep mountains.

With things having escalated to this point, if Ji Haotian were to back down, he might as well become invisible within Imperial City.

He stepped back, and a dozen guards at the Initial Stage of Core Formation attacked, unsheathing swords and slashing at the four men inside at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

A series of thuds resonated, and windows shattered.

One after another, the guards screamed as they fell, their longswords shattered, their bones crushed, unable to even touch the four.

The four continued to drink tea, unmoved by the commotion.

The townspeople below cried out in fear, watching guards drop like dumplings, retreating several steps in horror.

In no time, the inn’s entrance was strewn with bodies, wailing incessantly as if pigs being slaughtered.

The Princess frowned at the sight, setting down her teacup and taking up the sword to rise.

It was a matter of the Imperial Family’s face; she couldn’t ignore it.

Ji Haotian’s cultivation level was something she was clearly aware of, and he was no match for those above.

Ji Haotian, in the corridor, gripped the longsword, caught between advancing and retreating.

These people were ruthless, utterly disregarding the face of the Imperial Family.

Ji Haotian speculated that they must be disciples of some major Sect, and that was why they were so bold.

The Imperial Family and Sects were like water in the well, not interfering with the river: they had had disputes in history, but both sides generally settled matters quietly, never to the point of fighting to the death.

Ji Haotian believed that even if he were to die here today,

His Emperor father would merely issue a condemnation, demanding the Sect strictly punish the perpetrators.

Even if tensions escalated, in time, his death would also be swept aside.

Face or life?

It was a difficult choice.

Long Fei stared at him, his voice light, “Aren’t you going to scram?”

Veins throbbed on Ji Haotian’s face as he cursed coldly, “Do you know who I am?

I am the direct grandson of the reigning emperor, how dare you disrespect me so?”

“Great Qing has fallen, and you’re still here posing as the Imperial Family and Nobility?”

Long Fei shook his head, a mouthful of tea thrown from his cup towards Ji Haotian.

What was clearly water transformed into dagger-like shapes of tea in mid-air, charging at Ji Haotian with an unmatched force.

Ji Haotian swung his sword, cursing loudly, “Audacity!”

He’d never expected these four to be so arrogant, daring to make a deadly move even with full knowledge of his status.