Everyone was shocked!
There was once a rumor that Zhu Minglang had cut off the limbs of a member of the imperial family.
It was actually true!
And this person was the little prince, Zhao Yinge!
He even dared to be so heavy-handed towards the prince!
Hao Shaocong and Zhao Xi stared at Zhao Yinge in shock, and realized that the aura emitting from Zhao Yinge was no longer cold.
Zhao Yinge was like a demon, hatred, hatred, and humiliation intertwined together, causing his face to turn green with fangs at any time!
It was no wonder that Zhao Yinge was usually sitting or walking with a strange stiffness. It turned out that his hands and feet were prosthetics …
Hao Shaocong and Zhao Xi, who were rather close to Zhao Yinge, were completely unaware of this matter. They had only become close to Zhao Yinge in recent years!
"Zhu Minglang, since your cultivation has been crippled, please take care of yourself!" Zhao Yinge finally swallowed his surging anger and said coldly.
"So, my brother Zhu Tong's death, is it related to you?" Zhu Minglang boldly asked.
On the ancient bronze battlefield, all kinds of fierce dragons and strange beasts were slaughtering each other. Different gods and mortals were displaying their remarkable abilities, but for some reason, everyone's attention was on the two people who were speaking.
One was the young master of the Zhu clan, the other was the prince of the imperial family.
The two clearly had an irreconcilable conflict!
This was much more exciting than a battle on the battlefield. After all, this was related to the dispute between the greatest clan and the Imperial Family. Even if they were two members of the younger generation … only the younger generation would be so unscrupulous and savage, letting the people of the Imperial City see such an arrogant and despotic side of them. The common people, young ladies, and young ladies were simply not interested in this kind of underhanded manipulation between the great powers!
"Your brother Zhu Tong's death in the competition was purely an accident. Could it be that your Zhu clan has become so tyrannical that even the death of a servant has to be held accountable to the world??" Zhao Yinge said.
"Coward." Zhu Minglang said.
"What did you say!!" Zhao Yinge slammed the table and stood up. The table was directly smashed, and the wine and fruits on it fell to the ground in a mess.
Zhu Minglang continued, "This is not the old you. You were arrogant, domineering, and dared to take responsibility for your actions. You would never shift the blame to others when you committed evil deeds … In the past, I respected you for being a real bastard and chopped off your limbs. Who knew that you would become a fake villain who only knows how to hide behind others and stir up trouble?"
"Do you still care about the royal family?" Zhao Yinge said angrily. "I am the Crown Prince of the Ji Court, Zhao Yinge!"
"So, other than the illustrious identity of the imperial family, what else do you have left? I, Zhu Minglang, have also done some tyrannical things. For example, if someone killed my little brother, I will definitely make them pay with their life. But when have I ever brought up my Zhu Minglang? I, Zhu Minglang, act alone. I don't need the support of any elders, nor do I need to bring up my background. It's been a few years, but you haven't made any progress at all, "Zhu Minglang continued to mock him.
Zhao Yinge fell silent.
His silence was not because he had calmed down.
Instead, he was so agitated by Zhu Minglang's words that he could not even breathe properly!!
This is too much!
This Zhu Minglang is too much!!!
Whoever goes up and kills him.
I will pass my position of the royal family to him!!!
Of course, Zhao Yinge was behind Zhu Tong's death.
Zhao Yinge was the one who proposed the bet.
Moreover, each of them had bet a lot of money on Zhu Tong's death.
Hao Shaocong was Zhao Yinge's right-hand man. When he heard Zhao Yinge say that Zhu Tong was only a disciple of the Zhu Court and used to be a servant with a lowly status, he even killed him when they met on the battlefield!
At this time, Hao Shaocong was on the side and naturally heard the entire conversation between Zhu Minglang and Zhao Yinge.
He only found out today that Zhu Minglang and Zhao Yinge had such a grudge against each other.
Thinking back to the whole incident, although Zhao Yinge had never ordered him to do such a thing, he had hinted many times when he was drinking with Young Master Huang and the others.
In addition, Zhao Xi had a grudge against Zhu Tong!
In the end, he became the executioner and was targeted by the demon of the imperial capital, Zhu Minglang!
But …
What should he, Hao Shaocong, do?
Zhu Minglang had already entered the third round.
The next time he went up, he, Hao Shaocong, would have to face Zhu Minglang personally.
Zhu Minglang even dared to chop off Zhao Yinge's hands and feet, why wouldn't he dare to kill him?
Moreover, they were in the middle of the competition. He could use the excuse that they had used to kill Zhu Minglang to escape punishment. Even Zi Zonglin, who was behind him, would not be able to do anything to Zhu Minglang in the end!
"What are you panicking for? In the third round, we will be able to mobilize even more experts. With Hao Shaocong and I, how can we not take down a mere Zhu Minglang?" At this moment, Zhao Xi spoke up.
"That's right. His cultivation is already crippled. How could he fight against us with just a Sacred Wood Azure Dragon and a Tyrannosaurus Thunder??" Hao Shaocong forced himself to be calm.
That's right, there was nothing to be afraid of.
His strength was very outstanding in the second round.
However, in the third round, all the participants were the most outstanding disciples of various factions. They were either outstanding First Disciples or Chief Disciples. Many of them were even famous.
With the connections of the Young Huang Gang, they would not have to worry about not being able to gather a few top experts.
He, Zhu Ming Lang, had been so arrogant today and had even said that he would act alone and would not reveal his background.
If he died in the Ancient Bronze Battlefield, how could the Zhu Clan still have the face to go after every faction?
"If he enters the third round, we'll end him. From today onwards, I don't want to see him appear in front of me again!" Zhao Yinge said to a dull young man behind him with a strong murderous intent.
The dull young man nodded without saying a word. He stared straight at Zhu Minglang, as if he was trying to remember Zhu Minglang's appearance.
"Zhu Minglang is digging his own grave. I heard that the competition for the Li Chuan Continent is based on the results of this competition. The Zhu Clan is the initiator. The Zhu Clan is the target of all the factions. How dare Zhu Minglang be so arrogant! "Zhao Xi continued.
"I don't care about the competition. I just want him to die!" Zhao Yinge said.
… …
The Young Huang Gang.
The moment Zhu Minglang found out who the Young Huang Gang was, he knew that Zhao Yinge was definitely not clean!
He should have cut him down with his sword.
At worst, he would never return to the Extreme Court Imperial Capital.
It was because he had cut off this guy's hands and feet that he had been exiled from the Imperial Capital. He was not allowed to return to the Imperial Capital for three years …
It was nothing more than traveling for three years. Zhu Minglang didn't mind at all.
If he could kill Zhao Yinge and the Young Huang Gang, Zhu Minglang could accept not returning to the Imperial Capital for the rest of his life.
Anyway, it was the third round.
Zhu Minglang would not just beat people until they were paralyzed!
Those who deserved to pay with their lives would pay with their lives!
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