The Sixth Prince of the Taihua Dynasty Declares: "I Am the Sixth Prince of the Taihua Dynasty. Who Dares Kill Me?"

Whoosh—

As soon as Ning Wangshu said that, an uproar broke out.

"W-what!? Did... did I hear that right? That guy... actually said he was going to take the Sixth Prince's life!?"

"I heard him say it too! But h-how could he dare!? To take the Sixth Prince's life—has he got a death wish?"

"Exactly! And he said it right here in Taihua City, in front of everyone. Prince Qi is right here, too. Is this guy just asking to die?"

The people below the stage buzzed with discussion.

Many were utterly astonished, exchanging bewildered looks.

At that moment, the Sixth Prince finally came to his senses. Enraged, he laughed coldly. "Kill This Prince? Heh. Heh heh..."

"What arrogance! Aren't you afraid the wind will blow your tongue away?"

He snorted, his gaze fixed on Ning Wangshu, cold and steely. Then he asked in an icy voice, "Tell me, who sent you? Was it Second Prince or Old Nine?"

There wasn't a trace of fear on the Sixth Prince's face. He even stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking utterly haughty.

Prince Qi, seated on the main platform, narrowed his eyes as he watched Ning Wangshu, a cold glint in his gaze. But he didn't rush to intervene; he wanted to see how things unfolded first.

Ning Wangshu had heard the people around him talking earlier.

He now understood that the Sixth Prince's "Second Prince" and "Old Nine" referred to the Second Prince and Ninth Prince of the Taihua Dynasty—the two biggest rivals to the Sixth Prince in the struggle for the throne.

Ning Wangshu laughed, a mocking look on his face. "Heh. You think too highly of your brothers. Do you really believe they could order me around?"

The Sixth Prince frowned again and asked sternly,