"Why? Because I'm a prince of the Qianxue Dynasty, that's why!"
Prince Fu Jiang sneered and tossed a token upward. An ancient divine inscription of the character "King" was written upon it. As it descended, the surrounding space warped beneath its pressure.
"A King Marquis Token?"
"This is an identity token forged by the Qianxue Imperial Family. It carries the Imperial Family's unique pressure. Anyone born and raised in the Qianxue Dynasty will be suppressed by it, unable to wield even thirty percent of their full strength—unless they are stronger than the token's holder!"
Su Lin and the others' expressions immediately turned incomparably grave. As they spoke, the battle between the two had already been decided.
Under the suppression of the King Marquis Token, Zhang Lin's entire body trembled. Unable to unleash his strength, how could he possibly be Prince Fu Jiang's match? With a single punch, he was sent flying backward, his face deathly pale as he suffered severe injuries.
"Does anyone else have any objections?"
After injuring Zhang Lin, Prince Fu Jiang stepped forward. "Now I can have a share, right?"
"Prince Fu Jiang represents the Qianxue Dynasty, so naturally he deserves a share. The previous rules remain unchanged—we'll change three shares into four. The prince should have no objection to that, correct?"
Su Lin exchanged glances with the others. Knowing that Prince Fu Jiang possessed the King Marquis Token and would be difficult to defeat, they all nodded in agreement. Prince Fu Jiang laughed.
"Good. Then let's go in!"
Everyone present was a figure of standing. Though it was only a verbal agreement, it still carried considerable binding force. Once they had settled the matter, no one raised further objections, and they all cautiously headed toward the temple before them.
Whoosh!
The scattered weapons on the ground