Creating the Shura Palace in a Fantasy World

Seeing himself surrounded by a tiny circular prison of intertwined chains, Song Yang smiled and thought, "It's time for the game to end."

Suddenly, Song Yang eyes became sharp, and at the same time, his body began to emanate a terrible sword intent, which became more terrifying with each passing second.

With just a casual wave of his hand, a ray of sword energy emerged and headed towards the intertwined chains...

Treck, Treck, Treck.

Nangong Ye, who was hovering in the air, about to approach the location after imprisoning Song Yang, was startled by the sound that resembled breaking glass and couldn't help but take several steps back...

After retreating and turning his gaze back to the location where Song Yang was imprisoned, Nangong Ye couldn't help but be shocked by the scene he saw!

What had he just witnessed? His sacred ability, of which he had always been proud, capable of restraining even 2-star saints for a few moments.

Do not underestimate that time; in a battle between saints, every second can make all the difference.

But at that moment, this once formidable ability seemed to be completely destroyed, reduced to dust, as if it had been cut into infinite pieces. Song Yang was completely free, looking at him with a sarcastic expression and... even a hint of pity.

Pity?

Why would Song Yang feel pity for him at this moment, since just moments ago he was trying to kill him?

As he thought about it, a sharp pain surged in his chest, and he couldn't help but look down, only to see that where his chest had been, there was now a huge hole caused by a sword.

"When did this happen? Puff..."

After finishing spitting out a mouthful of blood, Nangong Ye looked at Song Yang in disbelief; he hadn't realized when Song Yang had injured him.

This can only mean one thing: Song Yang's cultivation is vastly superior to his, and this entire battle was nothing but a game for Song Yang, which could end at any moment. And he, Nangong Ye, was merely a fool.

Thinking about it, Nangong Ye's resentment deepened even further, and even facing death, he murmured with all the strength he had left:

"Your Majesty will avenge me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nangong Ye lost all his strength and fell from the sky...

Facing death, the thought that the Emperor would probably avenge him was his last hope, after all, killing him and slapping the face of the Emperor who personally appointed him.

While he was falling from the sky, he only heard a divine thought from Song Yang that extinguished his last ray of hope:

"Do you really think the Emperor will kill me, his son, the only genius in the history of the Eastern Region who reached the saint realm at 24 years old, for a mere governor?"

Hearing what Song Yang said, Nangong Ye finally realized that his hope was futile.

Just as he was slightly punished after Song Yang's death, the same would happen to Song Yang, or perhaps even nothing at all.

After all, a saint is valuable, but a saint at just 24 years old is priceless!

In his last moment of life, he finally understood what that look of pity he had seen in Song Yang moments ago was.

It was the look of an extremely cruel hunter who played with his prey before finally killing it.

Before dying, he deeply regretted; if he had known what would happen, he would never have offended the eighth prince. This person... is a monster.

But how could he have known that the Song Yang he had known and despised had been dead for a long time...

"What just happened... did Your Highness really kill the governor?"

"Yes, what happened? The governor had just imprisoned Your Highness, and I blinked and now the governor is dead?"

"Silvo, did Your Highness really dare to kill the governor?"

"Even a prince cannot kill a governor without permission from Your Majesty; otherwise, he will be severely punished!"

"Do you really think Your Majesty would punish the Eighth Prince, the greatest genius of the Eastern Region, for this reason? In my opinion, he would probably reward him for bringing glory to the dynasty!"

"Silvo, it's true. When what happened today spreads, the entire Eastern Region, or even the entire continent, will be in an uproar... a 24-year-old saint has appeared."

"Imagine the faces of people from the other regions, who are arrogant because they are stronger, when they find out that the greatest genius of the continent comes from our Eastern Region and even from our Zhenfang dynasty!"

"Have you talked to people from other regions?"

"No, but I heard rumors that the Eastern Region is the weakest among all five regions."

Hearing the conversations below, Song Yang showed a slight smile.

Although for him killing Nangong Ye is no different from killing an insect, he enjoys being the center of attention, whether for being praised as a genius or feared as a tyrant.

After confirming that Nangong Ye was indeed dead with his divine sense, Song Yang took Murong Qing'er, who was on top of the Shadow Wind Eagle, and headed toward the governor's mansion, which should now be called the Eighth Prince's Mansion.

As for the Shadow Wind Eagle, he released it.

After all, when he was coming to Beiyang City, he encountered this eagle and thought it would be a good idea to bring it for a slightly dramatic entrance.

So, he tamed it using his aura.

Since he used the Aura Control Technique and simulated the aura of a 4-Star Saint King, the eagle became extremely obedient.

Now that it is no longer useful, there is no point in keeping it. After all, it is just a beast equivalent to a 1-Star Saint, and Song Yang has no interest in keeping it.

When he was finally alone in a room of the mansion, Song Yang fell into deep thought.

Although announcing to the world that he already has the cultivation of a 4-Star Saint causes fear among the other four dynasties, it is not enough to sever relations completely and go to war. At most, they will act secretly against him.

"It seems that I will have to stay with this prince identity for a while until I find a good opportunity to give the other dynasties a reason to start a war."

"Which probably won't take long, after all, I just need a simple spark."