"Of course. With such a perfect opportunity before us, if we don't make a move now, those fools can just wait. Once my dear Third Brother is dead, it'll be their turn."
"I'll send them down one by one to keep Third Brother company."
The First Prince looked at his own hands, a cold sneer on his face and thick cruelty in his eyes.
On the other side, Ye Lin shielded Chu Yang behind him as he watched three black-clad figures step out of the void before them.
Three peak Tribulation Transcendence experts. These so-called princes were truly willing to spend heavily—mobilizing such formidable power just to assassinate their own younger brother?
"Third Prince, stop running. Stay behind."
"Third Prince, if you obediently remain still, we may consider letting you die swiftly. Otherwise..."
The three black-clad men let out sinister cackles.
"Run farther away."
Ye Lin looked at Chu Yang behind him.
"Sir, take care."
Chu Yang nodded, then ran into the distance without hesitation. He knew full well that staying here would only hold Ye Lin back. He might as well run as fast as he could now.
"Stop wasting time. Make your move."
Facing Ye Lin, the three struck without warning. Three terrifying streaks of black light swept toward him.
Ye Lin drew the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword from his Spatial Ring, his entire body shrouded in the Destruction Sword Dao Rule.
"Slash."
Ye Lin spun around and slashed backward. The sword light tore through space itself, forcibly driving one man out of the void. Ye Lin's body flashed, and he slashed at that man with his sword.
When one fought many alone, the essence was to latch onto one opponent and beat him to death. Taking out even one was a victory.
"What kind of power is this?"