Ultragene Warlord

porarily stunning the other princes ’ mounts.
A few of the weaker guards ’ mounts even collapsed to the ground.

The Jindao in the second prince ’s retinue shot toward the fourth prince, beheading their mounts.

The Yinlian supporting the sixth prince brandished their scythes, whereas the seventh prince ’s Heijie tossed out black cans that spilled an oily, viscous substance onto the ground.
Any lifeform that touched the oil slumped over.

The Zijing standing by the eighth prince likewise made their move.
[1] A purple, crystalline powder spread through the air, causing anyone who inhaled it to go into a rampage.

Zhang Lie laughed loudly as he rushed out of the melee with the ninth prince.
Formless energy shielded him from any errant attacks and pushed aside all those standing in his way.
Just then, a wave of sword energy tore apart the curtain of rainbow-colored mist and disintegrated whatever stood in its path as killing intent erupted from the man who had launched the attack.

”Jian Mo! ” Everyone present stopped short.
The concentrated killing intent that he had revealed made them feel as though a sea of blood and mountains of corpses were about to overwhelm them.

Zhang Lie met the fearsome attack with a smile, as though he couldn ’t sense the killing intent at all.
Calmly, he stretched out a hand.

In the chaos of the melee, only a few people had been able to catch Jian Mo ’s blow in its entirety.

The crown prince shook his head.
”The ninth prince ’s master is rather arrogant, isn ’t he? ”

The second prince laughed coldly.
”Trying to defend against Jian Mo with just a hand—risible. ”

Even the two of them couldn ’t guarantee that they would be able to achieve such a feat at full strength.

Zhang Lie ’s fingers tapped Jian Mo ’s blade in an explosion of energy.
The impact produced what sounded like a sonic boom, as though the ground where Zhang Lie had been standing had just been bombarded by a collection of cannons.

The bystanders looked on in disbelief as Jian Mo and his sword flew out into the distance while Zhang Lie and the ninth prince rode gaily into the forests with their mounts.

The crown prince was agape for far too long before he began to laugh.
”And here I thought the ninth prince ’s master was a clown—but it was me! ”

The third prince smiled.
”The ninth prince really has hidden his trump card well. ”

From a distance, the ninth prince turned and bowed to the gathered princes.

The second prince ’s face turned dark for a moment.
”Could you get past this man if he were to block you? ”

The Jindao by his side replied, ”He ’s certainly strong, but no match for me. ”

During the commotion, the king of the realm had stepped outside his golden tent without drawing anyone ’s attention.
As he glanced at the aftermath of the melee, a faint smile danced around his lips.
”It ’s rather exciting this year, isn ’t it? They ’ve begun to quarrel even before the start of the hunt… ”

The guard standing outside the tent jumped up in shock.
”Your majesty! Is something the matter? ”

The king of the realm waved a hand at him, motioning for him to step back.
”I ’m not dead yet. ” His eyes honed in on one prince in particular, upon which he sighed.
”I ’m really getting old. ”

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Subsequently, he clasped his hands behind his back and returned to the golden tent.

Meanwhile, Jian Mo flushed with shame at the fact that Zhang Lie had dealt with him with just a flick of his fingers.

Two decades ago, he had been the peerless bladewielder of the Wang clan, a honed sword that had never suffered any defeat.
However, his embarrassing performance now—in plain sight of the princes and their retinues—would result in countless jokes made at his expense.
Such an incident left him unbelievably furious.

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Zijing (紫晶), lit.
purple-crystal.
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