The Old Emperor's Imperial Edict: No More Obstacles

Having landed a hit, Qin Yang immediately fled a thousand miles away without looking back.

This time, he had never been the main force to begin with. He just had to honestly play support. Toss out a couple of crucial skills, and no one would dare say he was slacking off. When it came time to tally merits, he would surely be singled out for special praise.

When a support player contributed at every crucial moment in a team battle, were they even human if they did not give the support a like afterward? Qin Yang drifted away without a care, not bothering to see how the Old Emperor's battle was going.

In any case, Prince Yun's damage output was fairly competent. The moment he spotted an opportunity, he pounced like a mad dog.

Qin Yang returned to the battlefield where the father and son were putting on their fake fight, watching the two of them throw the match.

The Imperial Grandson had misgivings in his heart. The mere thought that the man before him was his father made him immediately afraid to strike a killing blow.

As for the former Crown Prince, he looked like an emotionless killing machine, but Qin Yang could clearly sense that he was holding back whenever he attacked. The lingering instincts within him stopped him from delivering a fatal blow to his son.

Still, treating it as a show, gathering battle intelligence, and witnessing some secret arts and divine abilities firsthand to store away as intelligence was not bad either.

Qin Yang watched with great interest. On the other side, the two were evenly matched. Prince Yun held the upper hand, yet he could not completely deal with the Old Emperor anytime soon.

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