Leading the Three Armies, Unrivaled Under Heaven, Appointed Grand General!

The moment those words were spoken, everyone present was dumbfounded.

Fourth Prince Xiao Chusheng's absurdly oversized pancake face was filled with confusion.

What the hell was this kid talking about? Why couldn't he understand a word of it?

"Ninth Brother, have you lost your mind? You were clearly the one who killed someone. What crime have I committed?" the Fourth Prince retorted.

"If a concubine is not properly taught, the husband is at fault! Chizuru framed and slandered someone—that is her crime! If you hadn't instructed her, where would she have gotten the nerve to cause trouble at my residence?" Xiao Yang rebuked.

"No! I didn't order her to do it!"

The Fourth Prince immediately denied it.

Today's incident had indeed begun because Eldest Prince Xiao Junlin bore a grudge and had told him to find an opportunity to deal with Xiao Yang.

But such matters could not be brought into the open. Besides, he was in the wrong, so there was no way he could lay it all out plainly.

"Oh?"

Xiao Yang raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Since you weren't the one who ordered it, then Chizuru, a mere concubine, acted on her own and twisted right and wrong!"

"Today, she can accuse Huangli of stealing a Golden Hairpin. Tomorrow, she can accuse your mother of fooling around with another man!"

"Bastard! How dare you insult my mother?"

Driven mad with rage, the Fourth Prince blurted out a curse from East Pole Island.

"Who are you calling a bastard?" Xiao Yang asked with a grin.

"You're the bastard!" the Fourth Prince blurted out without thinking.

"Hahaha!"

Xiao Yang burst into laughter. "You're right—the one insulting me is a bastard!"

It took the Fourth Prince several seconds to realize what had happened. His face turned the color of pig liver with anger.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

The Fourth Prince swung his fists and charged at Xiao Yang.

He was a Third-grade Martial Artist. Though he had consumed heavenly treasures since childhood, he had spent his life indulging in women. Among the nine princes, his cultivation ranked second from last, surpassed only by the previous owner of this body.

But now, he was dead last!

Xiao Yang did not dodge as he charged over. He simply lifted his foot and viciously kicked him in the face.

Bang!!!

The Fourth Prince's fat body flew backward like a ball before crashing heavily onto the ground.

"Ahhh..."

He let out a miserable scream and actually began bawling his eyes out.

A distinct shoeprint was left on his face, making him look especially ridiculous.

"Your Highness, are you all right?"

Chizuru and the many guards hurried over to help him up.

"From childhood until now, no one has ever laid a finger on me! Ninth Brother, how dare you? I'm not done with you!!!"

The Fourth Prince finally struggled to his feet. He stared fixedly at Xiao Yang, his gaze venomous as he ground his teeth.

Yet Xiao Yang only spread his hands with an innocent look.

"Fourth Brother, what are you saying?"

"Everyone saw it just now. You were clearly the one who rushed over and rammed your face into my shoe!"

"I didn't even ask you to compensate me for my shoe, so why are you blaming me instead?"

Upon hearing that, the Fourth Prince's face turned green with fury. He was practically about to vomit blood.

He had always thought his Ninth Brother was a dull mute who could barely squeeze out a few words. Who would have thought that he would be so sharp-tongued today?

"Ninth Brother, do you really think I can't deal with you? I have three hundred Death Warriors in my residence. With a single command, I can have you captured!"

The Fourth Prince waved his hand.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The next moment, numerous black-robed Death Warriors emerged from within the residence.

Every one of them was an elite, with sabers at their waists and bows in their hands, radiating killing intent!

At the same time.

On a courtyard wall a hundred meters away stood two slender, graceful figures, watching everything within the grounds.

"General, Xiao Yang is in serious trouble. Should we intervene?" Azure Luan asked.

"Wait a little longer!"

Ning Hongye shook her head. Her eyes beneath the Asura Mask shimmered with unusual light. "He probably doesn't know we're here. Since he acted this way, he must have a backup plan!"

"What if he dies, then?" Azure Luan asked again.

After all, the situation in the courtyard was tense, blades drawn and weapons pointed at one another.

With a single command from the Fourth Prince, those three hundred Death Warriors would swarm forward.

In this terrain, even a martial artist of the Fifth Grade Vajra Realm would likely find it difficult to escape alive.

"There's no such possibility!"

Ning Hongye looked at Xiao Yang in the distance, her gaze resolute. "The Husband I chose, Ning Hongye, must be a dragon among men. How could he possibly die so young?"

Meanwhile, facing three hundred Death Warriors alone, Xiao Yang's expression remained unchanged.

"The greatest thing in this world is not fists or blades, but the word 'reason'!"

"Today, I'll reason things out with Fourth Brother!"

"Forget going to Father King—even if we take this to the Confucian Temple, the reason is still on my side!"

Every word he spoke rang with force, brimming with righteous conviction.

"Who has time to reason with you?"

Yet the Fourth Prince remained utterly domineering. "My three hundred Death Warriors need only one blade each to flay you alive! And you're all alone. Even if you talk yourself hoarse today, you won't find a single person to help you!"

The Fourth Prince had every reason to be so arrogant.

King Zhenbei had nine sons, yet he had never decided which one would inherit his position.

And the competition among the nine princes was not limited to their own talent and strength; it also included the power of their maternal families.

For example, the Eldest Prince Xiao Junlin's mother was the Medicine King's daughter from Medicine King Valley, supplying him with countless spiritual pills.

His own mother was a princess of East Pole Island, who had brought many warriors from East Pole Island with her.

As for Xiao Yang's mother, her identity remained a mystery. No one knew where she came from!

She had died during a difficult childbirth years ago, and no one from her family had ever come.

Thus, in the eyes of the other princes, Xiao Yang was a Soft Persimmon—someone easy to bully and squeeze at will. Even if he was beaten, he would have nowhere to go to weep and complain.

"Hmph, who said I have no one under my command?!"

Suddenly, Xiao Yang pulled something from his waist, his voice booming like thunder.

"Open your dog eyes and look carefully at what this is!"

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

In an instant, every gaze in the courtyard converged on him.

In Xiao Yang's hand was a gold seal, engraved in its center with a roaring tiger. It looked lifelike, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

"The Tiger Tally Gold Seal?"

The Fourth Prince was startled at first, then seemed to seize upon something. "Ninth Brother, you've got some nerve! You actually dared to steal Father King's gold seal!"

"Idiot!"

Xiao Yang shook his head and rebuked him, "Look carefully. This is not Father King's tiger tally, but a gift from Miss Ning! Holding this item is the same as the commander being present, and it can mobilize the soldiers of the Vermilion Bird Army!"

"If you dare lay a hand on me today, the three hundred thousand Vermilion Bird Army soldiers will march north, destroy you first, then flatten East Pole Island!"

"Leave a thousand miles of scorched earth, without a single blade of grass remaining!!!"

By the end, every word Xiao Yang spoke was like a massive hammer smashing viciously into the Fourth Prince's chest.

The situation in the courtyard instantly reversed.

"You..."

The Fourth Prince staggered back step by step in terror, his legs going weak until he could barely stand.

Though Xiao Yang stood alone, at this moment, he was worth an army of thousands!

In the distance, atop the courtyard wall.

"General Ning, this Xiao Yang is way too sly!"

Azure Luan could not help complaining. "He must have planned this long ago—borrowing your authority to put on a show with the token you gave him!"

It was no wonder!

One moment, Xiao Yang had been trying to persuade people with reason; the next, he pulled out the tiger tally and turned into "Wife, save me!"

"Azure Luan, you underestimate him!"

Ning Hongye shook her head and continued, "Even with blades pressed against him and bows aimed at him, his expression never changed from beginning to end. He did not even furrow his brow once!"

"There is an old saying: when anger turns one's face red, it is called Blood Courage; when anger turns one's face green, it is called Vein Courage; when anger turns one's face pale, it is called Bone Courage."

"But there is another kind—one whose expression does not change even in anger!"

Azure Luan immediately asked, "General, what is that called?"

Ning Hongye turned her head, her gaze crossing a hundred meters to fall upon Xiao Yang, who faced three hundred Death Warriors alone.

"It is called—Divine Valor!"

"A man of Divine Valor surpasses the three armies in courage, unmatched beneath heaven, and may be appointed High General!"