390 Futile Struggle

"What a Fourth Prince! What brilliant tactics!"

He Ping was also taken aback by the Fourth Prince's sudden turn against them. Especially after hearing that he was Great You's mole, he inwardly murmured, Impressive.

"The Mud Sect and the Myriad Dharma Alliance both bear a deep-seated grudge against the Great You court. They are like fire and water. For the Fourth Prince to work with these people is no different from seeking a tiger's skin. One wrong move, and if the Mud Sect and Myriad Dharma Alliance throw the realm into chaos and split Great You apart, then even if he becomes Crown Prince and ascends the throne, he will only end up as the last emperor of a fallen dynasty."

"Moreover, what could possibly sustain this alliance between the Mud Sect, the Myriad Dharma Alliance, and the Fourth Prince? The two sides are fundamentally unequal. One misstep, and Jiang Lingxu and Fei Nanyi will turn on him. When that happens, the Fourth Prince will lose his head!"

Under the combined strike of the Nine Dragon-Slaying Heavenly Soldiers, his puppet body of "Sheng Yuzhou" suffered severe damage, and he coughed up blood violently.

As he had also been guarding against sneak attacks from Jiang Lingxu and the Great Lotus Seat from the beginning, he had activated the Buddhist golden body. Yet that impact, heavy as mountains, transformed into an overwhelming pressure that crashed down all at once, shattering even his golden body forged from the union of Buddha and devil!

He Ping's vision went black. With a crack, his skin split open as though porcelain had been struck by a heavy hammer.

The cracks then spread across his golden body, becoming a fine spiderweb of fissures. His flesh was on the verge of breaking apart. At the same time, his