The Prince of Qing Nation's ninth prince, indeed, that identity could scare someone to death when spoken aloud.
However, after his initial shock, Fang Lin calmed down, his eyes brimming even more with intent to kill.
"No matter who you are, you're going to die!" Fang Lin shouted coldly, charging at the young man in the golden robe with his spear.
The young man in the golden robe found it unbelievable. Knowing he was the ninth prince of Qing Nation, this guy still wanted to eliminate him completely? Could he be mad?
"How dare you! If you kill me, there'll be no place for you in the Nine Countries! You'll be hunted by my Qing Nation to the ends of the Earth!" the young man in the golden robe roared furiously, yet the serious wound on his chest made it impossible for him to continue fighting against Fang Lin.
Fang Lin's movements did not slow in the slightest, becoming even more ferocious as he sought to kill the young man in the golden robe.
