The Over Power Emperor

"This sword is meant for me. For so long, it refused to leave its place. But as soon as it saw me, it immediately left its place to follow me. So, this sword is mine and not yours!" Chen Long said sharply.

"You are very bold!" the king immediately said to the senior disciple of the royal teacher, "Monk Anbu, please deal with this child and take the family heirloom from his hands."

"That sword is very fine. If I can capture it, I want that sword to be mine," said Monk Anbu.

"Alright, monk. As long as you can help me reclaim my royal throne, then the sword can be yours, and there are other treasures I will give to you as well."

Monk Anbu looked very satisfied with the king's promise. He then approached Chen Long. "Kneel down and hand over the sword, and let yourself be captured. Perhaps with that, you'll only be imprisoned. But if you resist, your body will be destroyed!"

Chen Long twirled the sword in his hand. "Come here, and you'll follow your fellow disciple to the afterlife."

"It seems you don't know what's good for you, heh! Given the good things, yet you seek death!"

Chen Long spun the sword in his hand again. "You'll find out who's seeking death once you've come here."

Although Chen Long was still at the 4th level of the Body Purification Realm, with his profound sword technique when performing his Water-Slicing Sword Technique, combined with the power of the Green Phoenix Sword, Chen Long was confident he could eliminate his opponent.

"Then take this!" Monk Anbu immediately launched his attack.

As the monk launched his attack, he immediately felt the powerful sword strike from his opponent.

The opponent, who had a much lower cultivation level, suddenly seemed astonishingly powerful, capable of shattering the monk's attack with an extraordinary strike.

Chen Long executed the water-cutting sword technique perfectly as he sliced through the attack of an opponent with cultivation far superior to his own.

After repelling the opponent's strength, the sword attack continued to surge toward Monk Anbu, forcing him to throw his body backward to save his life.

"This is crazy! Absolutely crazy!" Monk Anbu, who had previously been wary of the power behind Chen Long and had not activated his full strength when fighting Chen Long, was now terrified by Chen Long's attacks.

He now realised that he did not need to be wary of the power behind Chen Long, because Chen Long himself was already so powerful.

The attacks continued to overwhelm him, rolling in relentlessly, leaving no room for him to dodge.

The attacks began slowly, almost like slow-motion movements in his eyes, but when they struck, they could be incredibly fast, many times faster than the initial attack.

When Monk Anbu had summoned all his strength to defend himself, he thought he would be able to turn the tide of Chen Long's attack.

But he soon realised that, even though he had summoned all his strength and united it completely, he was still in a desperate situation and his life was still hanging by a thread.

"You madman! How can you be this powerful!" a panicked shout erupted from Monk Anbu's mouth.

The king, ministers, and generals who had previously relied on the monk to face Chen Long now looked worried.

Especially when they heard the cries of anxiety coming from Monk Anbu's mouth.

They began to look at each other and were overcome with anxiety due to the monk's vulnerable position.

The second technique of the water-cutting sword technique, which emphasises slow power at the beginning before striking with high speed, was performed by Chen Long, and the results began to show when the monk's right hand was severed by Chen Long's lightning-fast movement.

"Arrrghhhh! Young man, stop your attack!" Monk Anbu began to scream in pain and fear, feeling that his life was hanging by a thread.

But even though he had successfully severed his opponent's hand, Chen Long continued to attack. He did not ease up on his attacks at all.

Many faces were shocked by Chen Long's prowess. Earlier, some people had thought that Monk Anbu was just toying with Chen Long.

They believed that Monk Anbu was only pretending to be cornered while preparing a major attack on Chen Long.

But when they saw that the monk's arm had been severed by Chen Long and that the monk was still being overwhelmed by Chen Long's attacks, they began to realise that Chen Long was truly formidable.

"I told you that this boy named Chen Long is the one who defeated the champions around the crown prince. He is the main reliance of Minister Chen," said the ceremony minister with a worried expression.

Chen Hoklong was equally shocked by what was happening. He felt as though he were in a dream, seeing his younger brother—whom he knew couldn't cultivate—suddenly become this powerful and even force a monk like Anbu, whom he had regarded as a god, into a state of fear and desperation, now begging for his life to be spared.

The Anbu monk looked increasingly pitiful. He had to struggle to save his life from Chen Long's sword attacks.

Finally, an attack that started slowly and ended with high speed succeeded in severing the Anbu monk's neck from his body.

The king and his trusted advisors turned pale when they saw their right-hand man killed by Chen Long.

At that moment, a general suddenly placed his sword around Chen Hoklong's neck and said threateningly to Chen Long, "If you still care about your brother's life, then surrender. Surrender yourself to be held accountable for all your mistakes before the king."

Chen Hoklong, the brave and fearless one, shook his head. "My brother, you don't need to worry about me. Do what you must!"

Chen Long took a step toward where Chen Hoklong stood.

"Don't come any closer! If you take another step, I will cut off your brother's head!" the commander said in a threatening tone.

At that moment, Chen Long fell silent. However, he was still far enough away from his brother. He could only regret not saving his brother before confronting Monk Anbu earlier.

But it was too late now. He had to think of a way to save his brother from the danger.

The king gave orders to his officers. "Capture him! He is helpless. If he dares to kill you, then his brother will be killed immediately."

The officers, who had witnessed Chen Long's prowess, were too afraid to capture him. They were even too afraid to approach him. But when the king scolded them, they had no choice but to approach Chen Long.

Chen Long allowed himself to be captured by the officers. His hands were bound with chains, while his eyes continued to watch the movements of the commander who was threatening Chen Hoklong's life over there.