472: Prince Yong has a bad temper

In the Ashura Realm, Dongyu Country, Prince Yong Shen Yuhui was frowning as he listened to his subordinate's report, his face so dark it could drip ink.

That's right, the surname of the Dongyu Country royal family is "Shen," and this is the symbol of their supreme imperial power!

"...Is everything you said completely true?"

Shen Yuhui said in a deep voice, "Does that brat really dare to defy my orders?"

"Not only that, Your Highness, that Yang Tuisi is truly detestable. He's helping the little emperor deal with you. The old man is so arrogant; he doesn't take General Jiang seriously at all!"

The person reporting added fuel to the fire.

"Heh, very good, very good..." Prince Yong laughed out of extreme anger. He said coldly, "Originally, I wanted to take it slow and make the little emperor abdicate voluntarily. Now it seems it's better to be a bit more aggressive, otherwise, they'll all be riding on my head and shitting... Hmph, that little emperor who hasn't even reached the Divine General Realm is not a threat. The truly difficult one to deal with is Yang Tuisi's Fearless Army... However, these are not problems... Hmph, once Jiang Yuan arrives, we will act tonight and force that little emperor to abdicate voluntarily..."

Boom!

Before the words had even faded, three figures suddenly crashed down onto the martial arts field in the center of Prince Yong's mansion, causing the ground to shake so violently that even Prince Yong in the conference hall was startled.

Sensing the presence of a powerful expert, Shen Yuhui couldn't help but slam the table and stand up, shouting angrily: "Who is so bold as to dare to come to my mansion and stroke the tiger's whiskers? Are you truly tired of living?"

As he spoke, his figure flashed, and he arrived in the courtyard. He saw a strangely dressed fellow and a bald man dressed all in white standing there. The strangely dressed fellow was holding a general, who appeared to have been scared unconscious.

"This general looks a bit familiar..."

Prince Yong thought to himself while sizing the two up, then said in a deep voice, "Who are you to dare to come to Prince Yong's mansion and cause trouble?"

Tang Ku glanced at Tang Xian and couldn't help but chuckle: "You sent people to capture us, yet you don't know who we are?"

Prince Yong was startled: "You are spies?"

"Pah, you're the spy! Your whole family are spies! Damn it, looking at your face makes me sick. Let's not hide anything anymore. Since you started it, we'll finish it. You sent people to catch us, and today we've come to kill you; it's only fair!"

"Oh, so you really are the little emperor's people... Hmph... How truly overestimating your own strength. Do you really think that just because there are two of you, I, Shen Yuhui, am a soft persimmon?"

Prince Yong sneered with his hands behind his back, "Fang Huan, capture them alive. Don't take their lives; we'll use their heads to sacrifice to the flag tonight!"

The general who had just reported cupped his fists in agreement. By now, Tang Ku and the others were surrounded by heavy armor-clad soldiers. Fang Huan approached the two with a grim smile, drawing the long sword in his hand and saying: "If you want to blame someone, blame your little emperor for being too overconfident. You should go find him for revenge after you die..."

Tang Ku curled his lips, just about to speak, when the kid he was holding suddenly woke up. Scanning the situation, he saw Prince Yong and, as if finding a straw to clutch at, yelled and cried, "Your Highness, Your Highness! This bald guy killed General Jiang Yuan with one punch! You must avenge General Jiang Yuan... Also, save me, save me!"

"Hiss, killed Jiang Yuan with one punch?"

Prince Yong Shen Yuhui couldn't help but gasp. He thought to himself: Jiang Yuan is a Grade 9 War General, only one step away from a Breakthrough. Even with my Grade 6 War God strength, it would be impossible to kill him with just one punch. Who exactly is this bald guy? Uh, wait, bald, incense scars... He... Buddhist sect?

Suddenly realizing the identity of the person in front of him, Prince Yong Shen Yuhui was immediately terrified, shocked: "You... you are from the Buddha... Attack, you guys, attack quickly!"

As he spoke, Prince Yong actually stomped his foot and flew backward dozens of steps.

At Fang Huan's command, the soldiers surrounding Tang Ku and the others raised their hands and began firing the weapons in their hands.

That's right, it was that kind of long-handled firearm that soldiers carried on their backs with backpacks on the city walls.

These weapons were very steampunk, but their power could not be underestimated. Beams of light, as thick as a wrist and resembling red lasers, bombarded toward the two.

Tang Ku and Tang Xian were very dismissive. Grabbing the idiot in their hands, they leaped a few meters away. Then, those beams of light shot around wildly, knocking the surrounding soldiers over, but fortunately, their armor seemed to be able to effectively resist this kind of attack, so there weren't many people actually injured.

However, after this, Fang Huan was dumbfounded. He hadn't expected the two's agility to be so high, easily dodging such an encircling attack.

After a moment's thought, Fang Huan ordered another attack, and the backpacks on the soldiers' backs released a puff of steam, then countless rays of light shot toward the two in the air.

"Hmph, you're in mid-air, let's see how you dodge!"

Fang Huan thought triumphantly.

However, he was soon dumbfounded again. He thought the two would surely die, but unexpectedly, these two strange guys were playing a game of chase in the air, darting back and forth in the sky like sky-rockets. Given their speed, not a single beam of light could even graze a corner of their clothes.

"How is this possible?"

Fang Huan couldn't help but exclaim, and immediately after, he heard from above: "Haha, kid, returning this to you..."

In mid-air, a dark shadow shrouded down overhead. Fang Huan didn't have time to think; the steel sword in his hand hummed and slashed fiercely at this thing. Hearing a scream, it turned out to be a person... Fang Huan saw the standard armor at a glance and was shocked: "It's you?"

That's right, this person was the general Tang Ku had been holding, thrown over like a sandbag by Tang Ku, and he had slashed the other party with his sword!

"Tang Xian, leave these idiots to you, I'm going to chase that Prince Yong!"

In mid-air, Tang Ku saw a flash of bright yellow robes disappear, speeding toward a certain direction beneath the corridor, its speed comparable to an off-road motorcycle!

Tang Ku's figure flashed, and he was already chasing in the direction of Prince Yong.

Tang Xian looked at the guys on the ground who were called idiots, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: "I also want to go push the BOSS..."

The fleeing Prince Yong was covered in cold sweat, his heart filled with extreme shock: "How could they come back? Why... why would they stand on the side of that little emperor? No, it's impossible. Buddhist experts have immense power; how could they take orders from a teenager, a wet-behind-the-ears child? This is impossible, this... impossible!"

He screamed hysterically inside, but suddenly felt the whole earth seem to shake, and then the corridor in front of him collapsed with a roar. The bald man in the moon-white monk's robe stood right in front of him!