Chapter 1393 – Deterrence of the imperial palace (2)

　　This strong pressure of an expert possessing the strength of a tenth rank, the result of it coming out so frantically was extremely shocking.

　　One could only hear the glazed roof tiles on top of the imperial study make a crashing sound. The entire palace hall seemed like a lonly boat experiencing the howling wind and torrential rain in the ocean. It shook left and swung to the right, as if it would collapse at any moment.

　　Inside the imperial study, aside from Su Luo, everyone’s complexion changed!

　　Because this deterrence force wasn’t only attacking the study, it was also attacking people!

　　At that time, when Li Yaoxiang used his eighth rank pressured against Su Luo, he pressured Su Luo until her blood vessels burst and blood overflowed from her pores. He pressured her until it seemed as if a large mountain was pressing down on her body, pressured her until she almost kneeled on the ground. But now, Nangong Liuyun had already regained his strength at tenth rank, how astonishing was that force?

　　In only a split second, Emperor Jing then felt an enormous pressure press down on his back. Emperor Jing’s knees softened and he almost directly knelt in front of Su Luo!

　　This discovery simply made Emperor Jing so startled as if he had seen a ghost!

　　He was the majestic honored emperor, if it was spread out that he knelt towards Su Luo, this girl, then he might as well directly cut open his abdomen and commit suicide!

　　An intense pride propped up Emperor Jing, he stubbornly gritted his teeth and straightened his back, not letting himself kneel down.

　　This time, Nangong Liuyun only used ten percent of his power and nothing more.

　　Contrary to Emperor Jing, the crown prince and the empress didn’t have such good luck.

　　At this moment, the crown prince and the empress seemed to be knifed in a deep fryer. They heated up from head to toe in burning pain, so painful they almost suffocated in an instant.

　　The cold sweat on their faces rolled down like a waterfall, very quickly, a puddle of water accumulated on the ground.

　　How could they still steadily sit on the chairs? They had already fallen on the floor long ago in pain. If they didn’t have a last thread of dignity, maybe they would already be pleading and weeping bitter tears.

　　The crown prince simply was unable to bear it and with a ‘flop’ sound, knelt down towards Nangong Liuyun.

　　He was wrong, he was really wrong. Such a powerful Nangong Liuyun, he only needed to sit there casually and the spirit aura he released was enough to kill him in a second. This kind of character, before, he was really blind and actually dared to go against him. At this moment, the crown prince’s heart was full of deep fear and regret.

　　The empress’s face was covered in cold sweat, and her entire person seemed to have been fished up from the water. Her aura was feeble, with a gossamer of breath, as if she could faint at any time. The her that was half-lying down on the ground, half-narrowed her eyes, looking at Nangong Liuyun with blurred consciousness.

　　Why, why did that slut’s son mature so quickly! Why must her son helplessly kneel before that slut’s son? Why would it be like this……

　　In the empress’s eyes that would never concede, clear tears tumbled down, drop by drop.

　　In front of formidable strength, all crafty plots and machinations were merely paper tigers, with not a bit of usefulness……

　　Emperor Jing was forced to heavily sit on the red sandalwood chair by this strong pressure. But because the power was too heavy, the pressure was still there. The heavy pressure was like a mountain range that, when it forced Emperor Jing to sit, he directly split the red sandalwood chair when he sat down.

　　One could only hear a ‘plop’ sound, and Emperor Jing’s buttocks sat on the floor, completely lacking any image. Under his body was a pile of shattered red sandalwood fragments.

　　“St……op……Quickly……Stop……” The sweat on Emperor Jing’s body rushed forth like broth, panting for breath, his hands firmly grabbed Nangong Liuyun’s sleeve. His eyes were full of helplessness and pain.

　　Not far away, the palace maids and court eunuchs that were waiting on them outside had long ago dropped into a pile.

　　Seeing these people that were in extreme pain, the corner of Nangong Liuyun’s mouth perked up in a demonically charming wanton smile. He indifferently smiled, in this beautiful moment that was like a blooming lotus, the atmosphere just now that was like an indistinguishable hell suffocating people, suddenly disappeared.