Creating the Shura Palace in a Fantasy World

"Shura Palace, you and I are irreconcilable!" A furious roar resounded in the main hall of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Chu Yifan's face was terribly gloomy, as if all his suffering had turned into pure hatred.

His beloved son had died!

Chu Xuanzhe was his only son, his only remaining family in this world. Thinking that after cultivating to the Saint realm, the chance of being able to have a son is extremely low, his hatred couldn't help but increase and he unconsciously released his sword intent along with overwhelming pressure.

Nine-Star Saint!

Seeing the aura around Chu Yifan, the elders present at the moment couldn't help but think: 'The Sect Master has silently broken through the Nine Star Saint.

"Find out for me where Shura Palace is. I want to kill my son's murderer with my own hands."

Thinking that the Shura Palace had killed his son, burned the corpse and even left a token in an arrogant way, as if they wanted him to know that it was they who had killed his son.

The anger in Chu Yifan's heart couldn't help but explode!

"Besides, find out for me. I want to know who had the nerve to hire Shura Palace to kill my son."

After all, although the Shura Palace killed his son, they are just an assassination organization that wouldn't kill without having received someone's request.

Thinking that someone still had the nerve to order the murder of his son, Chu Yifan couldn't help but speak coldly: "It seems like a long time since I let my sword see blood, and yet they dare to touch my son."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Yufan's sword intent blossomed to the extreme.

Seeing the sect master's pressure increasing along with his anger, even the elders who were in the Sacred Realm couldn't help but take several steps back and their faces turned terribly pale.

They couldn't help thinking that, even if they all got together, they probably wouldn't be able to withstand a casual blow from the sect master's sword.

At the same time, they even felt a little sorry for whoever had the temerity to order the murder of the sect master's son. When he finds out, the culprit will probably beg for death instead of fearing it.

Qiyuan City

In an inn in Qiyuan City, located on the border between the Bihai Dynasty and the Zhenfang Dynasty, the voices of three boys can be heard talking:

"Have you heard? The Shura Palace killed the young master of the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

"Really? I also heard that the Shura Palace killed an elder from the Gu family. They say they were so furious that they offered a holy technique as a reward for information about Shura Palace."

"This Shura Palace is so arrogant that it even leaves a symbol at the site of every murder, as if it wants everyone to know who was responsible."

"Yes, how long do you think this Shura Palace will survive? In the last few days alone, it has offended dozens of powerful forces."

"But really, if I had the information from Shura Palace and could receive a sacred technique, I'm afraid that even with my talent it wouldn't be a problem to reach the Divine Transformation realm in this lifetime."

What these three young men didn't know was that, in a corner of the inn, Song Yang flashed a satisfied smile as he listened to the conversation. In his heart, he thought: 'That's right, spread the word about the achievements of my Shura Palace, so I can earn more reputation points.

It had been almost three days since he murdered Chu Xuanzhe, and Song Yang, who was returning to Shura Palace, decided to make a brief stop at this inn near the border with the Zhenfang Dynasty.

Listening to these young people talk, Song Yang realized that soon after completing their mission, the Shadow Demons had probably also completed several missions. But that was reasonable, after all, he had ordered that they would have complete autonomy to carry out the assassination missions.

Coupled with the fact that it took him almost thirty days to complete this first mission, logically they would have already completed some missions.

This must also be why their reputation points have been skyrocketing over the last three days.

While Song Yang was thinking, he suddenly heard something from the three young men and couldn't help but be interested.

"Have you heard? The Emperor has decreed that Your Highness King Haotian is considered a traitor and will be executed in a few days."

"Impossible! How can Your Highness King Haotian be a traitor? Isn't this foolish emperor just afraid of his prestige?"

"Shhh, don't forget, this is still the emperor's land."

When he heard this, the young man who had spoken immediately covered his mouth, but his face still showed a trace of anger.

King Haotian was a general who bravely served the army and was even considered the God of War of the Bihai Dynasty. His prestige is extremely high throughout the dynasty, especially in the northern part where the city of Qiyuan is located.

It can be said that for the residents of Qiyuan City and most of the surrounding towns, King Haotian's word is more important than that of the emperor himself.

I fear that because of this, the emperor has also unjustly accused him of treason for fear of a rebellion.

"I wonder how Your Highness Princess Qing'er is dealing with this?" asked a young man, who showed an expression of desire on his face at the mention of her name.

Murong Qing'er, daughter of the Haotian King and considered by many to be the Princess of the North of the Bihai Dynasty.

With her stunning beauty, she is considered a goddess in the hearts of most of the younger generation of the Bihai Dynasty, and has even been awarded the title of most beautiful woman in the entire dynasty.

"Cut it out, you think I don't know what you're thinking? You, a little cultivator who hasn't even entered the Core Condensation Realm, think you have a chance with Goddess Qing'er?" sneered the young man's friend.

"Besides, don't forget, the crime of treason could involve the nine clans," he continued, making a neck-clearing expression.