"Ziyuan!"
The one who had stepped forward to confront the Seventeenth Prince was Purple Veil.
The Seventeenth Prince called her by her real name, then looked at her coldly and sneered. "Come to think of it, I'm your cousin. You're half a member of the imperial family yourself. Don't you know the taboos? You dare lay a hand on a prince of the realm?"
"Your Highness, the Yu Ruins are a trial ground. The rules allow all sides to compete. If an outsider like Li Tianming can clash with the Nineteenth Prince, why can't I take you on?" Ziyuan gave a cold laugh and surged forward. Within her vast purple mixed-origin Pulse Field, a three-aspect Pulse Field manifestation appeared.
At the eleventh level of the Annihilation Realm, she matched Fengting Linwan before the latter entered the Imperial Mausoleum of Jin Ye in both talent and combat strength. She was also on par with Gong Liu now.
Yet she was only half as old as either of them!
That was precisely why she had been admitted to the Palace of Feminine Rites.
The Seventeenth Prince, by contrast, was only at the ninth level of the Annihilation Realm, and his talent fell far short of hers. Under the crushing pressure of Purple Veil's mixed-origin Pulse Field, his bones crackled throughout his body. He could not muster the strength to move a finger, and sweat poured down his forehead!
"Ziyuan...!"
He looked at the little girl who had once trailed after him as a child, calling him "Your Highness" and "imperial brother." Now she, too, scorned, mocked, and ignored him like all the others. She had even attacked him openly. How could the Seventeenth Prince not hate her for it?
He had mocked them back, especially White Veil, because his hatred for them