Shen Xishan narrowed his eyes, his expression turning solemn at once.
He was an Innate Realm Martial Warrior, after all, with exceptionally keen senses.
Yet Zhao Hongming had seemed to appear right before him out of nowhere. He had not sensed the slightest disturbance.
The situation instantly put him on high alert, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Shen Xishan withdrew his longblade. Wang Bao, the eunuch pinned beneath it, felt as though he had been granted a reprieve and collapsed onto the ground, scrambling backward.
He said coldly, "You are the Fifth Prince of Great Wei?"
Standing with his blade in hand, Zhao Hongming replied with a half-smile, "You came to kill This Prince, yet you do not even know what This Prince looks like?"
"Impossible. The royal family is suppressed by National Luck, unable to achieve anything in the Martial Dao. This is common knowledge." Unwilling to believe it, Shen Xishan fixed Zhao Hongming with a pair of sharp, icy eyes, as though determined to see through him completely.
"Just who are you?"
Shen Xishan's expression shifted uncertainly. He had never expected tonight's seemingly certain operation to encounter such a twist, adding countless variables out of thin air.
"I clearly told you, yet you refuse to believe it. Never mind. That no longer matters."
"You want to kill me? Then let us see whether you have what it takes."
Gripping his blade in both hands, Shen Xishan's imposing body charged Zhao Hongming like a wild steed.
The nearly ten-foot Mo Dao whipped up a fierce gale as it cleaved straight down toward Zhao Hongming's head.
Several frost-colored blade phantoms descended alongside the Mo Dao, overlapping as they bore down together.
They were blade phantoms condensed from all the True Qi in his body. With every added layer, the