The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 96

The crown prince’s face instantly flushed to the color of raw liver, as if he had suffered the greatest humiliation of his life.

To go against the Imperial Marshal and the entire military?

Even if he had a hundred lives of courage, he wouldn’t dare!

Yet the emperor’s order was in his hands, behind him stood the palace guards representing supreme imperial authority, and most importantly, the one he hated down to his bones—Ning Ning—was standing right there!

Those clear, violet eyes quietly looked at him, devoid of fear or hatred, filled only with a pure, almost pitying calm.

It was as if he were staring at a pathetic clown, flailing and making a fool of himself.

It was this gaze!

With a “boom,” the last thread of reason in the crown prince’s mind snapped completely.

“G-g-give… me… down!”

He barely managed to spit out these words through clenched teeth, his voice twisted and distorted by extreme jealousy and rage, sharp enough to hurt the ears.

“Anyone who disobeys the emperor’s order will be punished equally!”

He refused to believe that here, in Buckingham Palace, right outside the emperor’s private chambers, Xiao Lin would really dare to act!

The palace guards wielding energy halberds hesitated for a split second, but military orders were like mountains—they had no choice but to grit their teeth and tighten their grip on their weapons.

Heavy metal boots struck the marble floor with “clack, clack, clack” sounds as they formed a semicircular encirclement, slowly closing in.

The air was so oppressive it seemed to solidify into lead.

Ning Ning’s heartbeat skipped a beat, and he instinctively clutched the stiff fabric of Marshal Xiao Lin’s uniform.

Yet Xiao Lin did not react at all.

He did not draw the sidearm at his waist, did not shout, not even a single unnecessary glance toward the advancing guards.

He simply stood there, like a silent god from the far northern snowfields.

When the tips of the energy halberds of the front-line guards came within three meters of him—

“Vrrrm—”

A wave of invisible, yet mountain-weight-like, terrifying pressure exploded outward from Xiao Lin!

It was neither sound nor light.

It was a pure, soul-deep, unchallengeable, absolute crushing presence!

A “domain” mixing the blood and rust of countless corpses with the absolute will of the empire’s strongest S-class sentinel!

In an instant, the air in the entire corridor seemed drained, even the magical lamps on the walls dimmed strangely. A bone-freezing cold, tinged with a nauseating metallic blood scent, brutally assaulted everyone’s senses.

“Ugh—!”

“My… my head! It hurts so much!”

“My spirit… my mind is shattering!”

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

The guards at the front froze, their expressions contorting instantly into unbearable pain. It was as if an invisible hand had gripped their brains, the agony leaving them unable even to stand, let alone hold their weapons.

One by one, their energy halberds slipped from their powerless hands, clattering across the polished marble floor with piercing, sharp noises.

Some even rolled their eyes back, foamed at the mouth, and collapsed straight to their knees, unable to make a sound—their spiritual seas shattered like glass struck by a giant hammer, instantly pulverized.

All within just three to five seconds.

The semicircle of guards, previously imposing and representative of imperial authority, collapsed entirely.

They toppled, groaning, weapons scattered, utterly defeated as if left battered on a battlefield.

Not a single person remained able to stand.

This was the Imperial Marshal.

This was the empire’s only S-class sentinel.

He didn’t even need to truly attack; merely the presence of his being could dominate the entire scene.

“You… you…”

The crown prince’s previous arrogance and excitement were replaced with a deathly, ashen pallor. His body trembled uncontrollably, his teeth chattering with a “clack, clack, clack” sound, unable to form a coherent sentence.

The mental pressure, though not aimed directly at him, made him feel like an ant being stared down by the golden eyes of a prehistoric beast.

A primal, irresistible fear rose from the depths of his soul.

His legs went weak. He staggered backward, bumping heavily against the cold wall before sliding down it to sit on the floor, utterly humiliated.

The long, dim corridor was deathly silent, only filled with the suppressed groans of the guards and the heavy stench of blood.

And Ning Ning stood right at the center of this terrifying storm.

He was completely shielded behind Xiao Lin’s tall, broad figure.

The murderous aura, capable of breaking even A-class sentinels’ minds, swept through the space like roaring waves.

Yet, not a single trace touched him.

Xiao Lin’s spiritual power, precise as the most accurate instrument on Earth, bypassed him skillfully, isolating him in a completely safe, tranquil vacuum.

At the same time, another gentle yet equally strong force quietly extended from his side.

It was Gu Qingfeng.

His smiling face remained unchanged, but his eyes now held an icy, detached amusement. His spiritual power acted like invisible, soft wings, wrapping Ning Ning in warmth and shielding him from all bloodshed and cold—leaving only safety and comfort.

One cleared all obstacles in the most domineering way.

One shielded him from all storms in the gentlest way.

Ning Ning could even feel clearly Xiao Lin’s obsessive, unreasonable, and utterly protective will—

Anyone dares touch you, I will destroy them.

This was not a threat.

This was reality.

Ning Ning lifted his head and looked at the wide, solid back of the man in front of him.

The sharply tailored black Marshal uniform now seemed like the strongest, most unbreachable fortress in the world.

His heart pounded violently, each beat like a drum.

Not out of fear.

But from an indescribable, tangled mix of worry and tender, overwhelming shock.

He had always known Xiao Lin was strong, but he had never felt this deeply, this viscerally.

This was a power capable of defying imperial authority, overturning rules.

And now, it was being used, without reservation, to protect him—tenderly yet overwhelmingly.

A sense of safety, unprecedented, as if completely enveloped by warmth, swept through his body, leaving him almost unsteady.

Dependence, concern, affection… atop these soft emotions, a fiery sense of “worship” and “absolute trust” quietly grew.

He finally understood the weight of this love.

He finally understood why a man capable of subduing an entire army would weep like a two-hundred-pound child over the slightest scrape on Ning Ning’s hand.

Because someone with the power to destroy worlds would still break for his tiniest injury.

The contrast made Ning Ning’s heart ache, clenched in a huge, sour, painful grip.

Xiao Lin slowly took a step forward.

“Thud.”

The heavy boot struck the silent corridor floor—not loud, yet each step felt like a hammer striking every heart that could still beat.

Those guards still barely able to lift their heads, and the petrified crown prince, instinctively shrank back again, as if seeing a ghost.

Xiao Lin did not glance at them again.

He only turned half a body and used those dark eyes, still simmering with lingering cold killing intent, to look deeply and intently at Ning Ning, as if confirming his safety.

Through action, he declared his stance:

Within his domain, Ning Ning was untouchable.

At the same time, Gu Qingfeng, still smiling warmly, stepped forward half a pace, standing side by side with Xiao Lin.

He looked down at the crown prince, slumped on the floor, deathly pale, and his smile deepened, colder than before.

He spoke softly, his gentle voice carrying an undeniable, icy pressure in the dead corridor.

“Brother.”

He tilted his head slightly, a smile without warmth reaching his eyes.

“Do you still… want to take him away from the two of us now?”

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