"Ah, this..."
Little Fatty Crown Prince stared blankly at the immensely oppressive figure before him.
Wang Di stood nearly eight chi tall.
He blocked out the moonlight.
His shadow pressed down over Little Fatty Crown Prince's face.
It brought the little fatty immense shock and suffocating pressure.
"Die!!!"
Wang Di's face twisted savagely.
He knew that after this strike, he would most likely be severely wounded by the attack Princess would send after him.
But it did not matter!
He was willing to trade a severely wounded body for such a towering achievement!
Besides, even after being badly wounded, he had his own means of preserving his life!
His saber was still with Princess.
But to kill a Crown Prince—
He did not need a saber.
One hand was enough!
Wang Di's sinewy hand reached for the Crown Prince.
He only needed one chance to touch the little fatty.
The little fatty would undoubtedly die!
Only...
Pfft~
A streak of cold light flashed past.
Wang Di's wrist, reaching for the Crown Prince, was severed cleanly.
A ghost-headed broadsword, broad as a door plank, stood between the Crown Prince and Wang Di.
"Imperial City Department Eastern Commander, Xiang Wangxian, is here. Your Highness, Crown Prince, need not panic."
A calm voice rang out within the Crown Prince's Eastern Palace.
"Ah!!!"
Only when Xiang Wangxian appeared did Wang Di finally cry out in shock, his wrist having been severed by the ghost-headed broadsword.
Blood dripped onto the ground.
Wang Di looked toward Xiang Wangxian in utter horror.
"You... How are you here?!"
"By Princess's order, I have been waiting here for a long time."
Xiang Wangxian's ghost-headed broadsword slowly rose.
Not a trace of blood stained the blade in his hand.
He simply looked at Wang Di indifferently.
"Take him alive." Princess's