Facing the gaze of the entire crowd, Zhao Fu remained rather calm as he said, "I want to enter the fourth level!"
The gatekeeper nodded and answered, "Yes!" Then he turned and pushed open the redwood doors behind him. His attitude was worlds apart from before, drawing furious resentment from countless people.
Zhao Fu was just about to enter.
Zang Mingyue snorted coldly and shouted domineeringly, "Who are you? Which nation's imperial son are you? Judging by the fate upon you, this imperial son says you're a fraud. Don't think you can compare to me. I am the Sixth Imperial Son of the Zang Empire. Now that you have seen me, why have you not paid your respects? Then tell me how you obtained imperial blood, and this imperial son will pardon your offense."
Knowing that Zhao Fu was the one who had viciously trampled him before and humiliated him so badly again now, Zang Mingyue naturally would not show Zhao Fu a pleasant face. He directly regarded Zhao Fu as an enemy.
When he sensed that Zhao Fu did not have the fortune of an empire empowering him, he was completely at ease. His voice even carried a hint of mockery; he truly looked down on this fraud before him.
Zhao Fu frowned, but ignored Zang Mingyue and continued flying forward.
Seeing Zhao Fu disregard him, Zang Mingyue flew into a rage. For a fraud to treat him like this was simply courting death. Zang Mingyue directly reached out, and an invisible giant hand grabbed at Zhao Fu, its immense force seeming ready to crush him to pieces.
Bang!
Zhao Fu flicked his sword fingers, releasing a black crescent arc that cleaved the invisible giant hand apart, turning it into countless streams of air that scattered away.
Zhao Fu