If you don't understand it, you can't help it.

My father had said many times, don't bow your head, the crown will fall, the king is lonely. What His Royal Highness desires is not understanding, but—

Obey.

Wisps of gold flutter like ribbons.

His Royal Highness had a majestic aura attached to his body, and his momentum was rising steadily, and his cultivation was rising, and he actually reached about the Nine Realms after just a few breaths!

This is......

"Enhancing magic?"

Zuo Chang frowned slightly, not understanding the details of this move.

Beside him, the rebellious Basil spoke: "Is it 'royal qi'?" Your Highness, I haven't seen you for twenty years, have you mastered the use of 'Imperial National Fortune'? ”

The prince's eyes were calm, and he was sure of victory, so there was no fluctuation in his heart.

He raised his hand and held a little golden "National Fortune" in the palm of his hand: "I am the first heir in line to the throne of the empire. With the blessing of national fortune, it is a matter of course, what is there to be surprised? What really puzzled me was ......"

He turned his head and looked at Zuochang and Basil.

"What are you two pariahs not satisfied with? I cherish my talents, give you another chance, and now surrender to me, and promise you that you will be prosperous, rich, and enjoyed! ”

Zuo Chang laughed when he heard this.

He looked at His Royal Highness the Prince, and did not speak, but just held his hands.

Enraged by his gaze, the prince scoffed, "What are you laughing at? ”

"Your Highness, I'm not laughing at you. Your arrogance comes from your experience, it is the times that limit your horizons, and it is just an old antique from a thousand years ago who is making a lot of nonsense over there, which inevitably makes me feel ...... Comical. ”

Zuo Chang looked at the golden 'national fortune' surrounding the prince and felt the bonus given to him by the strange power.

So so.

With a look of disdain, he added, "But it's okay, I'll eradicate your idea of privilege and teach you true 'equality.'" ”

No matter what world you are in, one thing is always equal for all living beings.

Death.

The prince scoffed: "Stupid thing! You don't know my strength at all! ”

His Highness is not yet an emperor.

Although he can mobilize the national fortune, he can't play to the limit, and at most he can only elevate himself to the Nine Realms, not the Ten Realms of this era.

Zuo Chang has seven realms on the surface, but in fact there are eight realms, and there is only one realm between him and the prince in terms of cultivation.

The realm gap is a hard power gap, and it is especially obvious in terms of values.

In the vast majority of cases, the difference between one realm is the difference between heaven and earth, and nine realms kill eight realms without effort!

Unless—

In addition to the numbers, there is another chasm between the two sides.

The wind and clouds are added, and the dragon and tiger reflect each other.

Zuo Chang didn't hesitate at all, he didn't even draw his sword, he just stepped forward, punched steadily, and smashed it towards the door.

The prince was slightly stunned.

There was a huge discrepancy between what he saw in his eyes and what he actually felt. He clearly felt that an extremely sharp sword aura was coming through, like a mountain and a tide, and it was pressed down on his head.

But how is this possible?

The other party didn't move his sword!

"Comfortable Kenshin?"

Basil is very knowledgeable, but not good enough.

He had heard that on the other side of the sea, in the kingdom of the Far East, there were swordsmen who had reached the mysterious realm of "grass and trees for swords".

Those masters don't need to hold sharp weapons in their hands, even with their bare hands, they can cut through steel with just a vertical palm slash. That kind of realm seems to be called "Freedom Kenshin".

Zuo Chang's "natural sword bone" and "free sword heart" are higher or lower yet, which remains to be verified.

The only thing that can be assured is that-

His Highness can't stop it.

In astonishment, His Royal Highness drew his sword with his backhand, and slashed his sword obliquely, trying to block Zuochang's offensive in a panic.

The bright tip of the knife not only frightened Zuo Chang, but even surprised him.

The reaction ...... It doesn't feel as good as ...... It's not as good as Kishijiro or a pretty old man. ”

Zuo Chang thought about it carefully, and it didn't seem that he was so weak under his command.

Come to think of it, only the retainer of the Asuka family, or the old brother of the Wind Bone Regiment, have such a weak and powerless sword.

The sword intent of Wu Yu ran through and struck at the weak point of the long sword.

His Highness shook his wrist, only to feel a strong attack, as if a mountain rock rolled down and smashed on the sword, and the hastily swung long sword was out of his hand, flipped over, and landed.

In the next moment, the view was occupied by a dark shadow.

That's the punch that hit the eyes!

"Huh?!"

There was a crisp click, and Zuo Chang easily broke the bridge of His Highness's nose.

His Royal Highness is also a tough guy.

He covered his nose and retreated, did not cry out in pain, just silently straightened the crooked bridge of his nose, and looked at Zuo Chang who slowly rolled up his sleeves and walked with a vicious gaze.

His nose was bleeding, and he looked like a demon.

Zuo Chang looked at him fearlessly and asked, "Does it hurt?" ”

“……”

Silent.

The only response His Highness can give at this moment is silence.

Losing his sword, he silently took a stance, ready to fight.

Zuo Chang stepped forward step by step and continued: "I don't know if you hurt or not, I think it's pretty cool anyway." Of course, bullying is very comfortable, and when you use your identity and power to abuse others, you must be like me now, very happy! I don't want to bother to speak, I might as well beat you up if I say it 10,000 times. You can think about what to do while you get beaten – what do you have to do now to get me to stop hurting you! ”

His Royal Highness the Prince was a student of Basil.

Basil taught him swordsmanship.

In the case of losing the long sword, it is a question whether he can play eighty percent of his skills.

What's more grim is that he is facing Zuo Chang.

Zuo Chang is also bare-handed, but he has a full-level natural sword bone, and he doesn't need to hold a sword weapon to perform "sword skills".

One punch out, the sword intent is horizontal!

His Highness tried to take the punch, and his arm was immediately dripping with blood.

He looked down and saw a smooth wound on his wrist, like a knife cut.

The cultivation of a higher realm failed to exert its due effect;

It seems that the national fortune is not beneficial.

Two encounters, two losses. His Royal Highness was beaten by Zuo Chang and retreated, and he was already cornered!

Zuo Chang pressed forward step by step, his face was like a flat lake, but his eyes were like fire and stars, revealing ruthlessness.

His Highness raised his hand and said, "Slow! Slow...... I understand, Mr. Zuochang, I will consider your and Mr. Basil's ideas, you stop first! ”

Zuo Chang frowned slightly: "The Golden Empire is gone, what are you still talking to me here?" ”

What's missing?

Why is it gone?

You're a hard person to understand!

His Royal Highness was helpless and shouted: "I am the prince of the Golden Empire!" First in line to the throne! Mr. Zuo, think clearly before you do it! ”

"What's the use of shouting? I am now a cruel and ruthless lackey of the gods, and it was the gods who ordered me to come here and kill you. If you want to blame, blame yourself for provoking the wrong people, can you collide with the gods? Blind your dog's eyes! ”

"You...... What the hell are you talking about? His Royal Highness couldn't bear it anymore and scolded loudly, "Who is the 'Heavenly God'?" How did I ram her! ”

"I don't even know who the gods are, do you think you deserve it? Die! ”

"Weapon of Decisive Battle"!

Zuo Chang's nose was like a sword, his eyes were round with anger, and he punched out!

With the blessing of 40 times all attributes, his punch is enough to open the sky.

Poor prince, His Royal Highness, died as scraps of flesh all over the ground.

Zuo Chang breathed a sigh of relief and sneered: "If this can't make you understand what oppression is, then I have no other way." ”

(End of chapter)