"So strong... a sword!"
Wang Teng looked up at the sky and could not help but praise it.
"..." Everyone fell silent.
Although the Second Prince and the others also felt that sword was powerful, for some reason, hearing it come from Wang Teng made the words sound rather strange.
It was like a group of people discussing whether a bed was comfortable to sleep in, only for someone to suddenly say that it must be great for sex.
And Wang Teng was undoubtedly that oddball.
But regardless, the Imperial Son's strength was beyond question. No one had expected him to be so proficient in sword techniques as well, and to have cultivated them to such an astonishingly profound level.
That sword just now was no weaker than the one Su Jianchen had used before.
Many people noticed that after seeing the Imperial Son's sword, Su Jianchen's eyes suddenly blazed with fervent light.
Naturally, it was not because Su Jianchen had taken a fancy to the Imperial Son. It was because he had seen in him an opponent who could contend with him in swordsmanship.
"The Imperial Son's strength is truly like a bottomless abyss. It's impossible to see through him," the Second Prince said with a flicker in his eyes.
The Imperial Son's strength had always been impossible to predict. Now that he had displayed such formidable swordsmanship, it was truly alarming.
Beside him, the Third Prince clenched his fists tightly. One Su Jianchen had already been enough, but now even the Imperial Son's swordsmanship was this strong. The Third Prince felt that his attainments in swordsmanship had suffered a tremendous blow.
The other party was the Imperial Son. Even the Third Prince found it difficult to muster the desire to compete against him.
Within the royal family, the