CHAPTER 450: CHAPTER 293: ROYAL ANGEL

Lu Yan’s attitude, calm to the point of arrogance, and his figure seated high upon the Golden Throne, completely ignited the suppressed Royal Palace Hall.

After a brief dead silence came the volcanic eruption of rage.

"Arrogant! Simply arrogant to the extreme!" An elderly marquis with meticulously groomed mustache shook with fury, face turning the color of liver, his fingers tremblingly pointed at Lu Yan, yet he was too angry to say anything more coherent.

"Presumptuous! This is Victoria’s Royal Palace, the power center inherited for tens of thousands of years by the Kingdom, not some Underworld under your jurisdiction!" Another marquis dressed in a lavish court attire roared harshly, his voice hoarse from excitement, veins protruding on his neck, as if about to rush forward at any moment.

"Outsiders are simply arrogant to the extreme!"

"I acknowledge your extraordinary strength, but that is absolutely no reason for you to trample the dignity of the Victoria Royal Family, and humiliate us nobles!"

More angry voices rose and fell, some young and impulsive nobles even instinctively clutched the hilt of their swords, eyes burning with flames of humiliation, and if not for elders holding them firmly, they would have probably drawn their swords already.

They concede to Lu Yan’s existence and demands, mostly because of the critical importance of the Scepter of Royal Authority, and the interest conflicts between noble families and the royal family.

The old King Charlie’s abdication signifies a power transition between royal authority and nobles, which is their primary motivation for pushing this matter.

In terms of strength, the royal family and nobles do not consider that Lu Yan alone would be significantly stronger than them.

Yet during this ritual deciding the Kingdom’s future royal succession, Lu Yan not only openly appeared with the Scepter of Royal Authority, but also did so upon a throne crafted higher than the royal throne of gold.

This is no mere interference, but an undisguised humiliation, a relentless trampling on the face of the Victoria Kingdom’s ruling class!

If they do not express any stance now, then the Victoria Royal Family and nobles may very well become the laughingstock of the entire continent henceforth.

Nevertheless, amidst this chaos and clamor, there were two people who seemed out of place, relatively calm.

The first was naturally Elizabeth standing below, slightly looking up at the figure on the Golden Throne, with complex emotions flashing deep in her eyes—surprise, understanding, and an indescribable excitement.

As one of the actual controllers of the Union, she knew better than anyone present about Lu Yan’s unfathomable strength and style.

Though Lu Yan’s assertive appearance was beyond her expectations, it also completely settled her previously hovering concerns.

The other person maintaining calm was the old King Charlie about to abdicate on the throne.

Leaning against the chair back, his originally murky eyes now showed a trace of peculiar light.

He watched coldly the feverish crowd below, even curling the corner of his mouth slightly in a barely discernible sneer.

He understood very well that once the previously noble-led agreement was reached, royal authority would further weaken, and he himself would completely lose influence.

Now Lu Yan, this unconventional disruptor, emerged and upset everyone’s plans with such imperious methods, instead sparked his interest in watching the spectacle.

As for Lu Yan’s position above him? Ever since the Scepter of Royal Authority was lost, and he was pushed to abdicate by one word from this young man, he no longer held any unrealistic recognition for that so-called royal authority.

Amidst the boiling noise, someone needed to stand up to maintain order, or rather, attempt to regain some dignity.

An elderly man with hair and beard completely white, wearing a robe adorned with a purple-gold pattern symbolizing princely status, emerged from the crowd.

His steady breath and sharp eyes marked him as a powerful Sequence Three figure.

Walking to the middle of the hall, he looked up at Lu Yan on the Golden Throne, his voice deep and authoritative, attempting to apply reason:

"Your Grace, the agreement we reached with you previously, was limited only to the matter of the current King’s abdication.

Your actions today, holding the Scepter of Royal Authority above the royal throne, isn’t that overstepping?"

Lu Yan’s indifferent gaze swept over this prestigious elder prince like dust, unwilling to grant him verbal response.

He merely raised his hand slightly, repeating the previous command, his voice soft yet clearly cutting through all the noise:

"I said, continue!"

At the instant the words fell, Lu Yan’s Scepter of Royal Authority lightly touched the ground.

An invisible and mighty power was instantly awakened, and the singularity of the King’s Path contained within the Scepter exploded under Lu Yan’s will.

In that moment, all Transcendents present carrying the King’s Path power felt an indescribable terrifying pressure descending from above.

It was as if a blurry, supreme aura-radiating incomplete pathway phantom descended from the void, directly enveloping the entire Royal Palace Hall.

This majesty surpassed all worldly authority and cognition, descended with a god-like will, precisely pressing on the Sequence Three elder prince who had just spoken to question.

The appearance and demeanor of the elder prince, formidable in presence, suddenly saw his pupils contract to needle points.

In his perception, the figure of Lu Yan on the Golden Throne was infinitely heightened, seemingly transformed into the supreme lord overlooking all life and beings at the end of the King’s Path.

The pressure from the pathway summit akin to a deity crushed upon his soul and body like a billion tons of seawater.