Creating the Shura Palace in a Fantasy World

Hearing Shi Hu's reply, Lu Fangran breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. At least Shura Palace doesn't have some kind of alliance with the Blood Demon Sect.

In addition, Lu Fangran also understood some important information from Shi Hu's mouth.

It seems that there is a Palace Master above the person in front of him, which worries him a lot, especially as he felt an enormous amount of pressure coming from Shi Hu at the moment.

You have to understand that he is at the peak of the Sacred Realm. For him to feel a sense of oppression can only mean one thing...

Holy Half-step King!

Furthermore, Lu Fangran also noticed that, while talking about the Palace Master, Shi Hu showed sincere admiration and respect. For an existence to have such admiration for someone can only mean one thing:

That Palace Master Shura is probably a powerful Holy King!

Holy King, this is an existence that is on the same level as the ancestor of the Bihai Dynasty. At a time when the Great Saint didn't appear, the Holy King represents absolute power.

But thinking about what Shi Hu said earlier, that he came to carry out Palace Master Shura's order to take Murong Haojun away, this is totally impossible!

As commander of the imperial guard, Lu Fangran needs to consider what's best for the dynasty. If a traitor escaped, the current emperor would become a laughing stock throughout the dynasty, or even the entire eastern region.

Don't forget, the emperor has already announced to the world that Murong Haojun will be executed today. If that didn't happen, where would the emperor's face be?

Thinking about this, Lu Fangran gritted his teeth and spoke to Shi Hu: "Your Excellency, it seems you don't know, Murong Haojun is a true traitor to our Bihai Dynasty, as well as being the Vice-Master of the Blood Demon Sect."

"This is a cruel sect that has a habit of massacring entire cities just to absorb the blood of innocent civilians in order to advance in cultivation."

"Enough nonsense, are you going to hand him over or not?" Shi Hu interrupted him impatiently.

What does it matter that Murong Haojun is deputy master of a sect that likes to massacre entire cities? All that matters to Shi Hu is that the Palace Master ordered him to save Murong Haojun, and that's exactly what he's going to do.

Seeing Shi Hu's impatience, Lu Fangran sighed. He really didn't want to offend a force like Shura Palace, but right now he had no choice: "I'm sorry, I can't hand him over."

"You don't have that choice" Shi Hu spoke domineeringly and attacked Lu Fangran with a palm that exuded the Sacred Law of Darkness.

Seeing the huge palm coming towards him, Lu Fangran couldn't help but turn pale. This palm far exceeded his expectations of Shi Hu's strength.

Without hesitation, he took a mirror from his spatial ring, the Water Reflecting Mirror, a Saint-level artifact.

Immediately afterwards, he used his Sacred Law of Water on the reflecting mirror with all his might in an attempt to block Shi Hu's palm.

The mirror began to increase in size at a frightening speed and then stood in front of Lu Fangran, emitting a navy blue halo to protect him.

Finally, Shi Hu's palm hit the mirror and a clear sound echoed:

Treck, Treck, Treck.

Countless cracks began to appear in the mirror when Shi Hu's palm finally hit it, resulting in a strong shockwave that spread. Lu Fangran was thrown backwards and hit the ceiling of the imperial prison hard.

But he didn't stop there. In an instant, he broke through the roof of the imperial prison and continued flying towards the sky.

It wasn't until he had flown dozens of kilometers that he finally managed to stabilize himself in the air and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Such a noise clearly attracted the attention of everyone in the dynastic capital at that moment.

"Look, it's the Commander of the Imperial Guard."

"Why is he spitting blood? Has he been beaten up?"

"Who dared to beat up the Commander of the Imperial Guard inside the imperial capital?"

Seeing this, Lu Fangran gritted his teeth in anger. He was completely ashamed, in front of the entire imperial capital.

Looking at the countless figures in the darkness watching him in silence, Lu Fangran panicked. After so much turmoil in the imperial capital, he feared that his position as commander of the imperial guard was not secure.

With this in mind, he couldn't help but roar: "Where is the Imperial Guard?"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless visions appeared and then thousands of uniformed soldiers appeared in the sky. But the most terrifying factor was the aura these soldiers exuded.

Most were in the Divine Transformation Realm, and there were even hundreds of royal kingdoms among them.

Then several holy manifestations appeared in the sky and, to the shock of many, 18 Saints appeared.

"So strong, this is the true strength of our Bihai Dynasty's Imperial Guard?"

"Damn, 18 Saints... I never thought I'd see so many manifestations of the Sacred Law together in my entire life."

"That's the strength of our Bihai Dynasty? Worthy of being a first-class force in our eastern region."

The people below were amazed and chattering excitedly, not to mention the ordinary people. Even the spies from various forces were stunned at this point.

They really hadn't imagined that the Bihai Dynasty had so much hidden power. This is the true power of a dynasty with tens of thousands of years of history?

Seeing the people's reaction, Lu Fangran couldn't help but smile and murmured quietly: "Today, we're going to show the world the true power of our Bihai Dynasty."

Looking up at the Imperial Guard in the sky, Lu Fangran roared: "Imperial Guard, activate formation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Imperial Guard immediately began to enter a complex diagram, with Lu Fangran at the center. As soon as the formation was complete, Lu Fangran, who was in the center of the formation, began to receive countless waves of energy that were quickly converted into his cultivation.

Perfection of the Holy Realm...

Half a step towards the Holy King...

But the energy in his body was far from exhausted; it was only when Lu Fangran felt another crack that the wave of energy finally stopped completely.

Pseudo Holy King!

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