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Among the princes of Great Zhou, Prince of Tai Ji Yancheng had the greatest talent for martial arts. He was not yet thirty, but had already reached the peak of the Divine Palace Realm. At that rate, he could rank among the top twenty on the Human Ranking.
For a prince, strength was not necessarily the most important thing, but at the very least, it could help him live longer.
Take the current Great Zhou Emperor, Ji Haodian, for example. If he were a martial artist, he could live for at least a hundred years more. He would have ample time to choose an heir, and the princes would not be fighting over the throne as they were now.
Thus, with his exceptional talent in martial arts, Ji Yancheng was also a popular choice among the princes.
Actually, Ji Yancheng had not intended to provoke the Six Fan Sect. But his subordinate had just been struck. Even if the man had been beaten for first insulting Su Xin and the others, striking him was a slap in Ji Yancheng's own face. He would not let something like that go so easily.
Su Xin stood up and said, "Your Highness, Prince of Tai, it's not that we're unwilling to show you respect. It's that your subordinate has shown far too little regard for the rules.
"He's nothing but a Xiantian Martial Artist, yet he dares to swagger around under your name. If this goes on, who knows what he'll get away with?"
Ji Yancheng pointed to the handprint on the martial artist's face. "I've already disciplined my own man. But what about the slap you gave him?"
Just then, one of the martial artists behind Ji Yancheng leaned in