Slap in the Face

Wang Sheng glanced at the Third Prince. "If I give you face, wouldn't that be slapping my own?"

"And besides, it's only Marquis Fanku's mansion. I don't take it seriously. If he dares to make trouble for me, then worst case, I hide for a few years. When I come back, I'll dare to wipe out his entire family."

"Hiss..."

Wang Sheng's words shocked everyone.

Because they were simply too ruthless. In truth, most people were not that wary of someone as talented as Wang Sheng.

What truly made people wary was someone like Wang Sheng, someone who knew when to advance and retreat, who would not stubbornly fight to the death when he knew he was outmatched.

If you did not kill someone like that in one stroke, they would become an endless future disaster.

The Third Prince's eyes could not help narrowing. This was the first time he had ever met someone who refused to give him face.

However, not only was he not angry, a trace of admiration instead showed in his eyes, because he was different from the Fifth Prince.

He knew that every genius was proud of their talent.

To put it plainly, the greater the ability, the greater the temper.

Weren't those ten core disciples exactly like that?

Especially those three monsters ranked in the top three. Which one of them had ever taken him, the Third Prince, seriously?

In their eyes, there was only the half-god retired emperor and their father emperor with Titled-level strength. The rest of the royal family was no different from anyone else in their eyes.

However, none of this showed on his face. He remained calm. "You're that confident Marquis Fanku, a Spirit Douluo-level expert, can't do anything to you... Don't tell me you've fought a group of