Right now, the First Prince's martial will was so weak that it was almost at the level of someone who was at the peak of the first transition. He had already lost the ability to materialize his martial will completely, and even his Heaven's Perception seemed to be a little blurry. His cultivation had degraded to an extreme.
He gritted his teeth as he looked at Fang Xingjian. Without saying a word more, the First Prince appeared as dark and deep as hell.
It was because he knew it was useless no matter what he were to say now. He knew Fang Xingjian was the same kind of person as himself and that it was impossible for him to change just because of something someone else said.
Then Fang Xingjian swung his sword finger, and the myriad of sword Qis in the air charged out toward the First Prince's body. They gathered together in the First Prince's brain and stimulated a few mysterious points there.
