Princess Changle had barely finished speaking when Lu Gang, the Star Pattern Priest behind Lunar Priest Ge Xuan of the Ancestral God Hall, let out a scornful laugh. "Him? A mere Dao Entry Realm nobody thinks he can beat us flat? You're being far too—"
A deafening clap of thunder rang out without warning. Pale violet lightning split from behind Ye Zhen's head and crashed viciously onto Star Pattern Priest Lu Gang's forehead.
No one had expected Ye Zhen to strike so abruptly.
Hit squarely, Star Pattern Priest Lu Gang let out a miserable howl. Amid the sizzling lightning, his body shook violently and uncontrollably like a sieve.
A faint scent of scorched flesh spread through the center of the hall. Ye Zhen's bolt had been so powerful that if not for a protective radiance erupting from Lu Gang's body at the critical moment, that single strike would likely have taken half his life.
"Shameless! That was a sneak attack—" Lu Gang had been blasted speechless by the lightning, but the other Star Pattern Priest beside him, Yang Zhuoxiao, roared at Ye Zhen.
"Hmph. When the master is insulted, the servant should die! This time is merely a lesson. If you dare show disrespect to Her Highness again, failing to distinguish rank and station, it will not be so simple next time." Ye Zhen took a step forward and shouted back at Yang Zhuoxiao, instantly seizing the moral high ground.
Yang Zhuoxiao froze. "No, Lu Gang didn't disrespect Her Highness."
"No?" Ye Zhen sneered. "What did you call Her Highness just now?"
"Her Highness the Princess," Yang Zhuoxiao answered.
"And Lu Gang's offensive words just now? Not only did he offend her with his words, he did not even address her properly!" Ye Zhen replied.
"This..." Yang Zhuoxiao was speechless.