If you force me to take the blame, I'll spend a day in jail and gain a year's worth of spi

Xiao Yun was, after all, a member of the royal family. Although he was shocked by Zhang Yu's methods, the deep-seated sense of superiority and blind confidence in the authority of the royal family made him quickly recover from his brief shock.

Where is this place?

This is the capital of the Wei Kingdom, right under the emperor's nose, in the Ministry of Justice's prison.

Who is Xiao Yun?

He is the heir apparent of Prince Rui, and one of the emperor's most favored grandsons.

He didn't believe that anyone would dare to actually harm him, right here in the heart of the capital.

He admitted that he had underestimated Zhang Yu and acknowledged Zhang Yu's strength, but he didn't believe that Zhang Yu would really dare to lay a hand on him, the grandson of the emperor.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yun's arrogance, which had just been suppressed, instantly reignited and even burned brighter.

His arrogant smirk returned as he pointed at Zhang Yu inside the cell, his tone full of provocation and confidence:

"Open your dog eyes and look around, where is this place?"

It is the imperial city of Wei, and the prison of the undefeated.

This young master is of the Xiao imperial family and the grandson of the current emperor.

If you dare to lay a finger on me, you are making an enemy of the entire royal family, which is a heinous crime of treason.

"At that time, not only will you, a mere abandoned son of a marquis's household, be wiped out, but the entire Yong'an Marquis's household, and even your reckless accomplices, will be exterminated along with their entire families, leaving them without a burial place."

The more he talked, the more smug he became, feeling that he had the upper hand and was completely in the right. He could almost see Zhang Yu kneeling down in front of him, begging for mercy and trembling with fear.

In his view, although Zhang Yu's methods were extraordinary, they were utterly insignificant in the face of absolute imperial power.

Hearing Xiao Yun's stern threat, the surrounding jailers and prisoners fell silent, lowering their heads and not daring to look any longer.

They knew that Xiao Yun was telling the truth.

In this imperial city, offending a member of the royal family, especially a favored grandson of the emperor, is a sure way to die, or even worse than death.

If Zhang Yu is sensible, he will definitely take the initiative to back down and beg for mercy.

Xiao Sheng's lips moved, wanting to offer some advice, but he didn't know who to advise.

However, Zhang Yu didn't even lift his eyelids in the face of Xiao Yun's clamor, let alone show the slightest fear or hesitation. He simply uttered two words.

"Kneel down."

Plain, serene, devoid of any worldly warmth, yet seemingly containing the undeniable laws of heaven and earth.

But the instant Zhang Yu finished speaking, Xiao Yun felt an irresistible and terrifying force, like an invisible shackle, instantly binding his soul and body.

His pitiful cultivation level was instantly frozen, and the sense of superiority brought by his royal bloodline, which he usually took pride in, seemed so laughable and insignificant in the face of this power.

He felt like an ant facing the vast sky, or a small boat in a raging storm—small, powerless, and desperate!

"Thump!"

A dull yet incredibly clear sound echoed through the deathly silent prison area.

Under the horrified, ghost-like gazes of everyone.

Prince Rui's heir, Xiao Yun, the arrogant grandson of the emperor in the capital, actually knelt heavily on the cold, dirty stone floor.

The pain of his knee hitting the ground was nothing compared to the humiliation, horror, and disbelief that overwhelmed him like a tsunami.

"How dare you...?"

Xiao Yun suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot from extreme shock, anger, and humiliation.

How dare he?

I am a grandson of the emperor. I am the heir apparent to the Prince of Rui, one of the most esteemed people in the Kingdom of Wei.

How dare he, a lowly prisoner and an abandoned son of a noble family, do such a thing?

How dare he humiliate the royal bloodline in the capital, right under the emperor's nose?

Does he have a death wish?

Isn't he afraid of having his entire family executed?

Xiao Yun's mind went blank, with only the words "How is this possible?" and "How dare he?" echoing wildly in his mind.

All his sense of superiority, all his confidence, all his reliance were shattered by this one kneel!

Xiao Sheng was completely dumbfounded, his mouth agape and his eyes wide open, as if he had seen the most unbelievable thing in the world.

Although he was a playboy and a mortal enemy of Xiao Yun, he was well aware that the dignity of the royal family could not be violated.

Making a favored grandson of the emperor kneel in public is no longer a simple conflict; it is a slap in the face to the entire royal family and a declaration of war against imperial power.

Zhang Yu... has he gone mad?

Even if he has Chairman Du as his backer, and even if he has some mysterious methods, this matter concerns the royal family's reputation, and Chairman Du may not be able to protect him.

The surrounding prisoners and guards were terrified, their faces ashen, wishing they could bury their heads in their crotches.

What did they see?

The Crown Prince of Rui kneels before a prisoner?

This is absolutely outrageous.

If this gets out, the entire capital will be shaken. Those of them present might even be silenced!

"He's gone mad... he's gone mad... Zhang Yu must be insane..." a prisoner murmured, his voice trembling.

"This is it... The Prince Rui's residence and the royal family will never let this go..."

The prison guards were trembling with fear, already thinking about how to distance themselves from the situation or how to run away as soon as possible.

Inside the prison, there was a deathly silence.

Only Xiao Yun's heavy breathing and the sound of his teeth chattering from extreme humiliation could be heard.

Zhang Yu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze calmly landing on Xiao Yun, who was staring intently at him.

That look in his eyes held no smugness, no mockery, only an unfathomable indifference, as if he were looking at an… ant.

"The Emperor's grandson?"

Zhang Yu spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying a peculiar penetrating power.

"In this imperial prison, there are only prisoners, not imperial grandsons."

"Your identity, your leverage, are with me..."

He paused, a faint smile curving his lips, yet one that sent a chill down Xiao Yun's spine.

"Worthless."

"Now you can kneel here properly and see if your father and grandfather can stand up for you and avenge you."

After saying that, Zhang Yu stopped looking at him and closed his eyes again.

"Fine...fine...Zhang Yu, you just wait. If I don't avenge this, I, Xiao Yun, swear I'm not a man."

Xiao Yun squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse and filled with deep-seated hatred.

He knew that this "kneeling" today would be a disgrace he could never wash away for the rest of his life.

Zhang Yu must pay with his blood and his life!

However, at this moment, Zhang Yu was completely unconcerned about Xiao Yun's threats and resentment.

Royal family?

imperial power?

Imperial grandson?

Before his absolute strength and the Heavenly Prison Formation which he was about to completely control, it was nothing.

Just then, Zhang Yu suddenly had a thought, and a subtle smile curved his lips: "They came so fast."

He keenly sensed that a powerful force was forcibly penetrating the core of the Heavenly Prison defensive array in an extremely swift and domineering manner, attempting to regain control of the array in this area.

Clearly, he had used part of the Heavenly Prison Formation's power to intimidate Xiao Yun, which was noticed by a royal family formation expert.

At this moment, the formation expert realized what was happening and immediately chose the most direct and effective method.

Using their "legitimate" control over the grand formation, they forcibly expelled this "intruder" and regained control!

Zhang Yu was not flustered; instead, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

Perfect, I can use you to test my understanding of "god-level formations" over the past two days.

He remained seated cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, as if an old monk were in deep meditation.

But on a level imperceptible to outsiders, his divine sense had already formed an invisible net, instantly connecting closely with the countless minute threads of the Heavenly Prison Array.

Deep within the control center of the Heavenly Prison Array, a silent yet extremely dangerous "battle of attack and defense" erupted instantly.