The Ruthless Rout

"Your Highness, if all you want is to capture this man, why go to such lengths?"

"He's barely grown his first beard. I could kill him with one hand. Why have we been cooped up here for days?"

"Whether you want him beaten or killed, just say the word, Your Highness. Yue Mou will take care of everything."

"..."

The Third Prince had gone beyond painstaking scheming to capture Xu Yi. He had shadowed every step of the plan, proceeding with the utmost caution.

But the Life-Death Gu bottle was still in Xu Yi's hands. If Xu Yi got even the slightest chance to take it out and crush it, the Third Prince's life would be over.

Almost as soon as he returned to the capital, he had set about building this chamber, named the main hall but, in truth, a Heavenly Net and Earthly Snare.

On top of that, he had spent a fortune gathering every famous ruthless fighter, brutal outlaw, and peerless expert he could find in the martial world, all to ensure Xu Yi could not escape.

Ever since Xu Yi had forced him to swallow the Life-Death Gu, placing his life in another man's hands, the Third Prince had scarcely eaten a meal or slept for half a moment.

His mind had remained in a state of extreme agitation and anxiety. As a prince, he had always gotten everything he wanted, and life had seemed impossibly wonderful. Now, teetering on the brink of death, his despair far exceeded that of an ordinary man.

Worse still, he feared Xu Yi had perished in the Void Divine Palace. If so, without the bottle containing the Life-Death Gu, the Gu worms would go berserk after three years, and he would still be doomed.

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