Attack as Defense

First Prince Xiao Yifeng's face darkened.

More than a dozen Nascent Soul Realm Cultivators had entered the Space Gate, half of them at the perfected stage.

And every last one had died.

Who knew what lay beyond that Space Gate?

He was only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. Could he survive if he went in?

He pressed his lips together and quietly stepped back.

Prince Yong and Zuo Lingfeng were caught in a dilemma.

"Elder Zuo, how about the two of us join forces and charge through this Space Gate?"

"Stick out your head and it's a blade; pull it back and it's still a blade. Wavering is not the Cloud Ripple Sect's way. Let's charge in!"

"Hahaha! Good. Let's see what this person is capable of!"

Before entering the Space Gate,

Prince Yong and Zuo Lingfeng each gave their subordinates instructions.

"Once we enter the Space Gate, stop it from closing. Leave us a way back."

"If we don't return alive, you'll have to find your own way."

First Prince Xiao Yifeng and Seventh Princess Xiao Yifeng both felt their hearts sink.

Prince Yong was the one they relied on.

If Prince Yong died, how could they stand against the Great Yan Imperial Family?

The two Cultivators from the Cloud Ripple Sect felt a chill of sorrow too.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Prince Yong and Zuo Lingfeng entered the Space Gate, one after the other.

There was a tragic air to it, like warriors setting out across the cold Yi River, never to return.

"You spineless coward! Do you dare come out and face us?"

Prince Yong clasped his hands behind his back and surveyed his surroundings with a haughty gaze.

An imperial bearing radiated from him,

as though everyone beneath heaven were mere commoners and ants.