Creating the Shura Palace in a Fantasy World

As soon as Song Yang's voice, laden with murderous intent, sounded, the middle-aged man seemed to gain energy and complained to his father.

"See, Father? This boy is so arrogant; he even dares to show murderous intent in public towards the prince of the allied dynasty!"

"Hmph, in my opinion, this kid has always been useless. He only received some treasure due to luck."

Hearing this, the old patriarch fell silent, pondering whether he was too old to continue making the family's decisions.

However, he did not agree with his son's claim that Song Yang's strength was merely the result of luck.

The reason was quite simple: Song Yang's sword intent was extremely powerful. Without deep comprehension, it would be impossible to reach such a level, even with all available resources.

On the other hand, the patriarch was unaware of Song Yang's true relationship with this younger sister.

If they really had a good relationship and she had treated him well, even while he pretended to be a waste, it would be reasonable for Song Yang to act to save her.

After all, despite everything, Song Yang was still young.

At the same time, high above the city, Song Yang, who had appeared quickly after roaring, flew off towards the city's exit.

For Song Yang, this was the perfect opportunity.

Although he did not care about this so-called younger sister of the original body, the truth was that even the original body had not had a good relationship with her.

But that did not matter. People did not know this reality, and this action would serve as the perfect pretext to start a war between the dynasties, which now only needed a spark.

Moreover, by killing the third prince of the Yushan Dynasty on the territory of the Zhenfang Dynasty, it would be the missing fuse to ignite the war!

"Look, the eighth prince is going to seek justice for the eleventh princess."

"Will His Majesty respond to the eighth prince's request?"

"In my opinion, I think he will. After all, the eighth prince is the greatest genius in the eastern region and has brought glory to the Zhenfang Dynasty."

"Humph, I don't agree with that. Marriage is decided by the parents; even if he is the greatest genius in the eastern region, it doesn't change that fact."

At this moment, everyone in the city was discussing, wondering what the emperor's decision would be. But then someone finally noticed something and spoke in a low voice:

"Wait... but this direction is not towards the imperial capital."

"Humph, if the eighth prince is not going to the capital, where is he going?"

Suddenly, someone remembered something and murmured:

"That direction is towards the Yushan Dynasty, and I heard that today is the day the third prince will return to the Yushan Dynasty."

When everyone heard this, there was an absolute silence until someone broke it.

"Does this... murderous intent earlier mean that His Highness, the eighth prince, is going to kill the third prince of the Yushan Dynasty?"

It wasn't just the civilians who noticed this, but also countless officials and spies of the emperor, who were thinking:

'Is the Eighth Prince really going to kill the Third Prince of the Yushan Dynasty? This will cause a war!'

After all, just as the Eighth Prince had become the hope of the Zhenfang Dynasty, the Third Prince was the hope of the Yushan Dynasty.

Sure, it wasn't just the emperor's informants; there were various types of spies, ranging from those belonging to the main families of the Zhenfang Dynasty to even some from the Yushan Dynasty, who were trying to alert the Third Prince.

After all, since Song Yang's arrival, Beiyang City had become the second most famous city in the Zhenfang Dynasty!

Without hesitation, these spies began to move at full speed to report the matter. However, as they were about to leave, a formation covering the entire city blocked their way.

"Damn it, what is this?"

"Why can't we leave the city? Who set up this formation?"

"Attack, attack together! We need to get out urgently!"

As these words were spoken, all the spies, even those from different forces, began to unite in an attempt to break the formation.

In the next instant, numerous distinct attacks were launched against the formation, but none could even scratch the barrier.

"This is impossible! There are dozens of us at the Real Realm level; even if it's a lower-level sacred formation, it should show some wear."

"It seems that His Highness, the Eighth Prince, has thought of everything."

A spy sat down with a pale face. If he couldn't report to the emperor, the war would be the least of his problems; he would likely face death due to the delay.

At this moment, Song Yang was already far from Beiyang City, observing the carriage of the Third Prince of the Yushan Dynasty. When he noticed that someone was trying to leave the city, he gave a faint smile.

Of course, he wouldn't allow anyone to report to the emperor about what had happened. Therefore, he had set up a medium-level sacred formation around the city; unless a Saint King appeared, it would be impossible to leave!

It's not that he feared the emperor discovering and trying to stop him. In his opinion, not only the emperor, even if the ancestor of the Zhenfang Dynasty came personally, would not be able to stop him.

However, if the emperor saw and ordered him to stop, even if he killed the Third Prince, it would mean he would no longer represent the Zhenfang Dynasty and would likely be hunted by both dynasties.

Not that he cared about being hunted by the two dynasties, but in that case, his plan to incite a war in the Eastern Region would go down the drain.

As for why he made such a commotion instead of doing it secretly, it's because he wants everyone to know for sure that it was he, Song Yang, the Eighth Prince of the Zhenfang Dynasty, who killed the Third Prince of the Yushan Dynasty.

When he finished thinking, he turned his gaze back to the carriage of the Third Prince of the Yushan Dynasty.

"Yu Ganghu, how dare you covet my younger sister?"

"Come out and die!"

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