Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 173 - 139: The Terrifying Second Prince (Part 4)
The eyes also slowly recovered, along with the boiling Primordial Power within, gradually calming down, as if nothing ever happened in the Dark Hall.
"With Jin Muchuan’s skills, I trust that he won’t let you down, no matter what, Han Dong and Bao Longwei, and the mysterious figure behind them, must have someone up on Black Iron Mountain cleaning up corpses by now!"
The old servant said confidently.
"Han Dong and Bao Longwei dared to mock my prince, they deserve to die. It’s just unclear whether the mysterious figure behind Han Dong is Han Tieshan’s man or Xiao Zhan’s man?"
The Second Prince said with doubt.
"Master, I think there will be news soon."
The old servant laughed.
"Coo coo!"
Suddenly, the sound of bird calls came.
"Hey, here it is."
The old servant said.
Then waved towards a direction in the dark.
Before long.
A thoroughly wrapped Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist knelt outside the yard, almost burying his head in the ground.
"Speak!"
The old servant said.
"Reporting to master, Han Dong and Bao Longwei are safe and sound, they have already entered the Imperial City and are waiting for the Holy Emperor’s summon."
The man swiftly said.
These words left.
Both the Second Prince and the old servant astonished.
Before they could think further.
The next sentence from the man stirred the Second Prince’s just calm heart, making it turbulent again, uncontrollably filled with the desire to kill.
The kneeling figure at the door said, "Prince Xiao Ran was burned to death by Primordial Flame, Mr. Jin and others died tragically on Black Iron Mountain, not one survived!"
"Whoosh!"
The Second Prince transformed into a blood-red light.
Pulled the man from the ground.
He was furious, the violent bloody aura making the Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist in his hand feel suffocated.
"Repeat what you just said loudly for me!"
The Second Prince ordered.
"Servant... I... Mr. Jin and others, all died tragically on Black Iron Mountain, none survived."
The Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist said with all his strength.
"I want you to say, what happened to Xiao Ran?"
The Second Prince said angrily.
"Xiao Ran died in Mr. Jin’s Primordial Flame, the corpse has already been brought into the Imperial City by Han Dong and Bao Longwei!"
"Unreasonable, I didn’t let him die, how could he die on Black Iron Mountain!"
The Second Prince’s calm and composed expression twisted instantly, the Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist grabbed by him couldn’t withstand the oppressive aura from him, showed a painful expression wanting to beg for mercy.
As a result, with a loud bang.
The flesh was shattered.
It dispersed like a mist of blood.
"Calm down, master!"
The old servant exclaimed.
Looking worriedly at the Second Prince.
He knew the Second Prince’s Cultivation Technique was impossible for ordinary people to harness, possessing unimaginable power, yet also carrying many risks.
"The fate of the Beast Taming Sect is in my hands, Jin Muchuan absolutely wouldn’t dare defy my orders, nor would he dare kill Xiao Ran on Black Iron Mountain."
"Xiao Ran’s death must have other hidden reasons!"
"I want to know, whose hand did he die by!"
"Who the hell killed him!"
The Second Prince spoke repeatedly, yet his aura remained difficult to calm.
The Dark Hall matter had already made him lose control, scarcely calming down, having used all his willpower, now knowing Xiao Ran died tragically, related to Jin Muchuan, he couldn’t contain his furious rage any longer.
He could entirely foresee.
If Xiao Zhan blames Xiao Ran’s death on him, what kind of turbulence would unfold?
As King Zhennan, Xiao Zhan commands a million troops, guarding the National Gate for more than ten years, having participated in countless battles with unmatched power, within the Imperial City, few are his match.
Should anger be directed at him.
Adding the matter of the two lost ledgers.
The Second Prince knew that even though his position was high and powerful, it would be difficult to withstand, fearing years of planning and effort would all be in vain, the losses imaginable.
Perhaps it would affect his succession to the throne.
