Chu Mang was infuriated when he heard this. Ye Xi's father didn't like power and was a carefree King. Who would have thought that such a thing would happen?
However, Fan Le narrowed his eyes, "Ye Xi, does the elder brother of the King Consort know of your mother's identity?"
"I'm not sure." Ye Xi shook her head, only to see Fan Le's eyes flickering. "That day, your mother would definitely reveal her identity, yet he still dared to do such a thing. I'm afraid things aren't as simple as they seem."
"You're saying that he was instructed by King Yi, but he was also killed by my father?" Ye Xi wiped away her tears, bitterly smiling as she shook her head. "Brother Wentian, Big Bro Chu Mang and Fan Le, please leave this place quickly. That young man earlier was the second son of King Yi, I'm afraid he would implicate all of you."
"Silly lass, it's fine. Your Bro Mang is also a prince, and his elder brother is the Emperor of an entire country." Qin Wentian smiled. Qiyun was just a small country at the borders of the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan, so he didn't really care too much about it.
In the Moon Continent, any power could easily annihilate an entire country.
Ye Xi glanced at Chu Mang in bewilderment, "Big Bro Chu Mang, is this true?"
"Mhm, Wentian allowed big bro to be the Emperor, but big bro wants me to roam the world with him." Chu Mang honestly replied. Ye Xi was confused by his words, but as they continued chatting, the atmosphere soon became more relaxed.
Qin Wentian and the other two were actually very ordinary. Qin Wentian was gentle, quiet, and had a radiant smile on his face. Fatty Fan Le loved to joke around, but he was actually a very good person. Chu Mang was honest and straightforward, even giving off a feeling of silliness. All three of them were ordinary people, but when the three of them were together, they gave off a sense of relaxation and joy.
… …
The weather on the second day was still as good as ever. Sunlight cascaded down onto the earth, yet the Gazing-Dragon Mountain Rampart was exceptionally tranquil. Only a few people were seated on the stone platform at the front of the Gazing-Dragon Mountain Rampart.
"Brother Wentian, let's go." Ye Xi tugged at Qin Wentian's sleeve and saw that Qin Wentian was already sitting there quietly. He smiled at her and said, "Ye Xi, will your father come today?"
"Yes, for the sake of his safety, His Highness made him his personal bodyguard. He is very good to Father, so he should come today." Ye Xi nodded lightly.
"Then you can see your father. Why do you want to leave?" Qin Wentian smiled gently. However, Ye Xi was still slightly worried.
"Sleeping God, it's better for you to come over. That's not a place for you to stay." Someone not far away tried to persuade him.
"You fellows, don't be unable to differentiate good from bad. Every year, the princes come to the Gazing Dragon Mountain Rampart to comprehend. It's an extremely important matter. If you offend them, only death awaits you."
"Thank you for your kindness. Isn't he here as well?" Qin Wentian pointed to a person not far away. There was a swordsman with a rusty sword strapped to his back. He sat there quietly, as though there was nothing around him.
The crowd rolled their eyes. Who was this fellow? Even the princes would be polite to him, yet this' Sleeping God 'actually dared to compare himself to him?
"Brother Wentian, he's the number one swordsman in Qiyun, Thirteen. His cultivation base is at the sixth level of Yuanfu, and his Mandate of Swords has already reached the Transformation Boundary." Ye Xi explained in a low voice. Qin Wentian glanced at the young swordsman in astonishment. A cultivation base at the sixth level of Yuanfu didn't cause him to be surprised, but to have already reached the Transformation Boundary with his Mandate of Swords at such a low cultivation level was truly shocking.
"He does have some of my demeanor, but he's still a little lacking." Fan Le grinned, his words causing Ye Xi to roll her eyes. This fatty only knew how to boast.
From afar, the sound of the wind whistling could be heard. The gazes of the crowd shifted in that direction, only to see a group of thirty to forty silhouettes flying over.
In front of them, the second son of King Yi, who had arrived yesterday, was leading the way. When he saw the scene from afar, he furrowed his brows and increased his speed, instantly landing on a gigantic boulder in front of the Gazing-Dragon Mountain Rampart. His eyes flickered with a cold light as he stared at Qin Wentian and the rest.
"Didn't I tell you yesterday? Why are you still here?" The young man angrily rebuked. Killing intent flickered in his eyes as he stared at Ye Xi. "Ye Xi, do you think I won't dare to kill you just because His Highness is benevolent?"
"Why can't we be here?" Fan Le placed his hands on his hips as he stared at the young man.
"If it weren't for the fact that His Highness is here today, I would definitely kill all of you. You have ten breaths of time to scram." The young man icily stated. As the sound of his voice faded, a few silhouettes stepped forward as a cold aura gushed forth, enveloping Qin Wentian and the rest.
Behind them, the three princes stood in the center. Their ages varied, but all of them exuded an extraordinary aura.
At this moment, a middle-aged man beside one of the princes stepped out. "Xi`er, why are you here? Leave quickly."
"Father." Ye Xi stared at the middle-aged man as she lowered her head. After which, she turned to Qin Wentian and said, "Brother Wentian, let's go."
"Ye Xi, this place has no owner, anyone can come here to comprehend. There are so many seats here, where can't we sit? Let's sit here." Qin Wentian smiled at Ye Xi. His smile was serene, as though he didn't know what kind of situation he was in.
"How impudent." The killing intent in the young man's eyes was unmasked as he swept his gaze over the silhouettes on the three stone platforms. Qin Wentian, Ye Xi, Chu Mang and Fan Le were all extremely good seats. Although there were many other seats that directly faced the Gazing-Dragon Mountain Rampart, with these few people in the middle, it was undoubtedly a disharmonious sight.
Even Swordsman Thirteen's seat was slightly to the side. Evidently, he had to give face to the Royal Clan of Qiyun.
"Brother Thirteen."
At this moment, a prince called out to Swordsman Thirteen. Thirteen turned his gaze over and nodded to the others, "Your Highness."
"Brother Thirteen is extremely hardworking in his cultivation. I hope to break through to the Heavenly Dipper Realm as soon as possible, and catch up to the glory of the seniors." That prince smiled politely. Thirteen calmly replied, "Your Highness praises me too much."
The prince turned his gaze onto Ye Xi as he spoke to Ye Xi's father, "Uncle Ye, Ye Xi has already grown up. Quickly let her come over."
Ye Xi's father hesitated for a moment before speaking to Ye Xi, "Ye Xi, come over here."
Ye Xi glanced at her father before shifting her gaze onto Qin Wentian and the others beside her. She shook her head, "Father, these are my friends Brother Wentian, Brother Chu Mang and Fatty Fan Le."
"Don't be ridiculous." Ye Xi's father reprimanded. He then turned to Qin Wentian and the others, "Everyone, Ye Xi is still immature. You guys should leave this place first."
"Uncle Ye, we are here to comprehend the Gazing-Dragon Mountain Rampart. There are so many seats here, even if all of these people wanted to comprehend it, there would be more than enough seats. Why must we leave?" Fan Le asked.
"Don't harm Ye Xi." That prince indifferently stated. Undoubtedly, he was implying that the others could be killed without mercy.
The young man nodded, he instantly knew what to do. With a wave of his hands, three silhouettes stepped out, all of them exuding a cold killing intent.
"Yesterday, I reminded you guys that the Crown Prince will be here today to comprehend the Gazing-Dragon Mountain Rampart. Since you guys want to court death, I shall grant you your wish," the young man coldly stated. The cultivation bases of these three weren't weak, and the auras they exuded were all at the fifth level of Yuanfu.
Qin Wentian and the other two were all very young. Other than Chu Mang, who seemed to be slightly more mature, around twenty years of age, Qin Wentian and Fan Le weren't even twenty years of age yet. Three fifth-level Yuanfu cultivators would be able to kill them with ease.
The spectators from afar all felt that it was a pity. The Sleeping God Hatchet Demon usually had a sense of humor, but why was he so rigid at this moment? He didn't know when to advance or retreat.
"Bro Mang, what they mean is that as long as they are here, we have no choice but to scram. What do you think we should do?" Fan Le grinned, but his eyes flickered with a cold light.
"Should I do it, or should you?" Chu Mang directly asked.
"Let me do it, there's no need for Bro Mang to act." Fan Le grinned. After which, a bright light flashed as he released his Arrow Astral Soul. A bow appeared in his hands, gleaming with resplendent light.
"Mhm?" The spectators were all taken aback. This fatty actually wanted to fight directly?
His opponents were three fifth-level Yuanfu cultivators.
"Courting death." One of them instantly dashed towards Fan Le, punching out with the force of a gigantic boulder, containing terrifying might.
However, at the same instant, the arrow in Fan Le's hands exploded forth, resembling a golden bolt of lightning. Atop the golden bolt of lightning, a fiery glow could be seen.
Fast, Fan Le and Chu Mang were all proficient in archery, and Fan Le had also comprehended the first level of insight of the Mandate of Archery – Instant Strike.
Instant Strike had already entered the Advanced Realm, and the speed of the arrow was four times faster compared to ordinary arrows.
The explosive power of an arrow was already extremely strong. The arrow released from the bow was akin to a beam of light, and its speed was four times that of an ordinary arrow.
"Chi!" A crisp sound rang out as the gigantic boulder fist shattered apart. The arrow instantly arrived, and the countenance of that person drastically changed when he sensed the might of the arrow. His Astral Soul instantly erupted forth, and his entire body turned to stone. With a thunderous boom, the arrow slammed into his petrified body, causing cracks to appear on it. However, his opponent managed to grab hold of the arrow and forcefully pull it out.
But at the same time, the second and third arrows pierced through. With a light puchi sound, that person's petrified body was pierced through, and a golden flaming arrow pierced through his forehead.
Everything happened in the time it takes for a spark to fly off a flint. The eyes of the other two narrowed as they forcibly halted their steps. However, Fan Le only grinned at them as he unleashed a flurry of arrows. Streaks of golden lightning arced through the air, and in the blink of an eye, the three fifth-level Yuanfu cultivators had all fallen.
This scene caused the gazes of the spectators to freeze.
This fatty's cultivation base was also at the fifth level of Yuanfu, and he could control the will of his Mandate. Not only that, there was also the power of his bloodline within his arrows.
Fan Le's arrow didn't descend, but was aimed straight at the young man, the son of the King.
Fan Le grinned, yet the feeling he gave off was akin to the smile of a devil. The countenance of the young man instantly paled!
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