Surrounded layer upon layer by the Royal Knights, clad in armor and solemn-faced like an impenetrable wall.
Standing beside Xue Ye, Xue Beng had eight Spirit Rings beneath his feet—three purple and five black. Behind him loomed the phantom of a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon bathed in an eerie blood-red glow, looking exceptionally vicious and terrifying. Endless killing intent seemed to burn in its crimson eyes, its dragon scales gleaming with a cold light, while its gaping maw appeared ready to devour someone at any moment.
"Big Brother, long time no see!" Xue Beng shouted toward Xue Qinghe in the distance. His face was covered in a cold sneer, the smile like frost in the depths of winter, carrying a bone-chilling chill. Killing intent surged undisguised in his eyes, mixed with deep mockery.
"Heh, my dear little brother, you really have surprised me." Xue Qinghe gave a dry laugh, which sounded abrupt.
At that moment, she had already made up her mind. No matter what situation she faced today, she would cut off Xue Beng's troublesome head and eliminate all future trouble.
"Who told you to always treat me like trash, Big Brother? Of course you'd be surprised now—perhaps even shocked." Dressed in an incomparably magnificent Dragon Robe, its golden threads glittering dazzlingly under the sunlight, Xue Beng wore a sinister smile as he slowly raised his hand and heavily placed it on Xue Ye's now frail shoulder. "Big Brother, Imperial Father has promised me today that he'll strip you of your position as Crown Prince and establish me, the Fourth Prince, as the new heir apparent!"
Roxon's expression instantly grew as heavy as lead. Drawing on his years of experience and keen insight, he immediately realized that matters had reached an extremely serious point. For Xue Beng to utter