Little Jiu walked step by step toward Prince Xue Xing, a cold, vicious killing intent leaking from his eyes.
Frightened by Little Jiu's gaze, Prince Xue Xing instinctively took a step back. But then he remembered that this was his own territory and immediately lifted his chin. He refused to believe that anyone would dare disrespect him here!
With a wave of his hand, golden light swirled, and a scepter appeared in Prince Xue Xing's grasp.
"I am a member of the Heaven Dou Royal Family! This is my family's martial soul, the Dynasty Scepter! It represents supreme authority over the lands of the Heaven Dou Empire!"
"I command you to stand down!"
Four spirit rings rose from Prince Xue Xing's body as he lifted his scepter and arrogantly pointed it at Little Jiu's nose.
"So you're just a worthless four-ring Soul Ancestor! No wonder you have no chance at the throne!"
Little Jiu sneered. On this Douluo Continent, where strength reigned supreme, without power, one could not even inherit a noble title!
Only honored soul masters could become nobles!
And only even stronger soul masters could become overlords of a faction!
Little Jiu raised his hand and slapped Prince Xue Xing across the face.
Prince Xue Xing had likely not fought in a very long time and failed to react at all. Little Jiu's palm struck him squarely.
His body spun through the air and slammed heavily into a pillar in the hall. In an instant, his old face was swollen and bruised.
"You dare hit me? This is the Heaven Dou Empire! I'm a prince!"
Prince Xue Xing looked utterly incredulous, then angrily shouted at Meng Shenji and the other two, "What are you standing around for? Protect me!"
Disgust flashed through Meng Shenji's eyes. But they belonged