Inside the grand throne room of the Red Silk Immortal Palace, the atmosphere was tense. The Emperor, Kai, sat atop his golden throne, his sharp eyes observing the high-ranking ministers and officials gathered before him.
At the center of the hall, Master Li Tian stood, his expression grim.
“After thorough analysis,” Li Tian began, his voice serious, “I have determined that the only way to successfully complete the Emperor’s Royal Sword is by incorporating an Inferior Emperor Rank weapon as the final base.”
Murmurs rippled through the hall.
“An Emperor Rank weapon as material? That’s madness!”
“It would take decades to find another one!”
“Does such a weapon even exist in the Red Silk Country?”
The Emperor’s gaze darkened as he sat back in contemplation.
“We have no choice,” Kai muttered. “We must find the finest Inferior Emperor Rank weapon within the country.”
He turned toward his royal guards.
“Begin searching the royal treasury at once. If we have such a weapon, retrieve it immediately.”
Before the soldiers could leave, a high-ranking minister suddenly stepped forward and bowed.
“Your Majesty, if I may speak.”
Kai raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”
The minister straightened his robes and cleared his throat.
“The most powerful Inferior Emperor Rank weapon in Red Silk Country does not rest in the royal treasury.”
The room fell into silence.
“Then where is it?” the Emperor asked.
“It is in the possession of the King Family.”
The ministers gasped.
“Are you referring to—?”
The minister nodded.
“Yes. The legendary sword of Kumar King, the Old Patriarch of the King Family. That blade has experienced countless battles and is soaked in the blood of history. If any sword is worthy, it is his.”
Emperor Kai’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully before he gave a firm nod.
“Send my personal royal guards to the King Family at once. Retrieve that sword.”
The soldiers saluted and marched out immediately.
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At the King Family estate, the arrival of dozens of royal soldiers in golden armor caused an uproar.
The servants and disciples watched in shock and anger as the soldiers stormed into the main courtyard.
Daku King, the current Patriarch of the King Family, emerged from the main hall, his face twisted in fury.
“What is the meaning of this?!” he roared.
A captain of the royal guard stepped forward and unrolled a gold-embossed decree.
“By the order of His Majesty, Emperor Kai, we are here to retrieve the Inferior Emperor Rank weapon belonging to your family. This weapon is needed for the completion of the Emperor’s Royal Sword.”
Daku gritted his teeth. “You want our ancestral sword?! The blade my father wielded in countless wars for this country?! Do you think we will hand it over like some merchant selling grain?”
The captain remained expressionless. “This is a royal order. Do not resist.”
Daku’s fists clenched in fury, but then he took a deep breath and turned toward the inner courtyard.
“Summon my father. This is not my decision to make.”
Minutes later, Kumar King—the legendary war veteran and former patriarch of the King Family—stepped out.
Despite his aged appearance, his aura was oppressive, his eyes still burning with the sharpness of a battle-hardened warrior.
His gaze swept over the soldiers, and they flinched under his presence.
“So the Emperor demands my sword?” Kumar King’s voice was calm yet heavy, carrying the weight of countless battlefields.
“Yes, Lord Kumar,” the captain confirmed. “This is for the good of the empire.”
Kumar chuckled coldly, then turned toward his son, Daku King.
“The sword no longer belongs to me. It is in the hands of my grandson, Kent King. If the Emperor wants it, he can take it from him.”
The soldiers stiffened.
“Your grandson?”
Kumar King’s gaze sharpened.
“Yes. But I doubt you’ll have much luck.”
The soldiers stormed through the estate, heading straight for Kent King’s private courtyard.
Kent was sitting casually, polishing his latest weapon creation, when he heard loud footsteps approaching.
He turned his head lazily, spotting the golden-armored soldiers marching toward him.
His lips curled into an amused smirk.
“Well, well… what do we have here, the infamous rapist Kaban.”
The captain stepped close to Kent with a smug smile. “Kent King, we are here under the Emperor’s orders to collect your sword. Hand it over immediately.”
Kent’s eyes darkened.
“You mean my grandfather’s sword? The one he entrusted to me?”
“Yes. This is an imperial decree—”
BANG!
Before the captain could finish, Kent King kicked him straight out of the courtyard.
The soldiers gasped, watching their captain crash into a stone pillar, coughing up blood.
Kent stood up, cracking his knuckles.
“The King Family has served this empire for generations. Yet, you people walk in here demanding we hand over our legacy like we are some weak dogs?”
The remaining soldiers drew their weapons, their faces filled with anger.
“Kent King! How dare you attack royal soldiers?! This is treason!”
Kent laughed loudly.
“Treason?” he sneered. “You walk into my family’s estate, demanding our ancestral weapon, and then threaten me when I refuse?”
His expression turned icy cold.
“I’ll tell you what. If the Emperor wants the sword, let him come pick it up himself. Otherwise, none of you filthy hands will touch it.”
The captain struggled to his feet, his face twisted in fury.
“You will regret this! The Emperor will punish you!”
Kent took a step forward, his aura bursting out, shaking the very foundation of the courtyard.
The soldiers staggered back in fear.
“If the Emperor thinks he can suppress the King Family so easily, he is welcome to try,” Kent said, his voice unshaken.
“But let me make something very clear—”
He pointed his finger at the soldiers.
“If anyone dares to step into my family’s land again, you won’t be leaving in one piece.”
The royal guards trembled, realizing that Kent King was not bluffing.
Without another word, they turned and fled.
As the dust settled, Kent stood in the center of his courtyard, his eyes burning with defiance.
His family’s sword would never belong to another.
And if the Emperor truly wanted it—
Then he would have to come for it himself. Even then, there is no guarantee that Kent will handover the weapon he cherished and promised to keep.