Tracing the Source

"Hard to believe, right? That's normal. But I hate Ji Lie more than I hate you. If I kill him, wouldn't that put you on the throne?"

Xu Yi's words drifted out like smoke and clouds.

The Third Prince sprang to his feet, then turned and dropped to his knees, kowtowing again and again with loud thumps.

If anyone else dared say such a thing to his face, he would kick them to death on the spot. To boast so outrageously was to ask for death.

The Crown Prince of a nation, Ji Lie, a mighty powerhouse of his generation—how could he be killed just because someone said so?

But the one saying it was Xu Yi, so the Third Prince believed him. The fearsome reputation Xu Yi had earned that day had left even Huang Xuanji, a peerless powerhouse, speechless for a long time. He had only muttered, "The dragon's aura has failed to gather. A monster is bound to emerge," before departing.

With a fiendish god like this saying he would kill Ji Lie, how could the Third Prince not believe him? Besides, Ji Lie and Xu Yi were practically sworn enemies.

If Ji Lie died, the throne would indeed be his for the taking.

As for familial affection, what did that matter before the throne? Ji Lie had clearly said he was devoted to Martial Arts, but when the moment came, he went back on his word and coveted the supreme seat after all.

If the poison hadn't been cured, the Third Prince wouldn't have cared. But with the cure in sight, and a chance to reach the pinnacle before him, Ji Lie had instantly become his mortal enemy.

Of course, the Third Prince wasn't worried about whether Xu Yi would keep his word. Either way, he