Under the illumination of the magical sphere in the hall, the visitor appeared to be around thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old. His face was pale, with prominent cheekbones, and his brown eyes revealed a trace of cunning and unrestrained playfulness.
Despite his temperament and figure being completely different from the burly and somewhat rigid Great Prince sitting on the throne.
However, the black long hair curled up, the golden crown on his head, and the spread of arrogance and contempt around him were exactly the same as the Great Prince.
This person was none other than the Second Prince of the Coldflame Kingdom, who had been supported by the New Aristocracy.
"Older brother, you have the guts to appear in our great hall, not bad." The Great Prince sitting on the throne sneered and looked down at the Second Prince, threateningly said, "You have killed so many of my men. You must be prepared to meet the creator, right?"
