"This..."
"Poison!"
"Damn it... you're actually a poison cultivator..."
"I..."
Trapped in the thorns, the Ninth Prince's face darkened, and then the poison knocked him unconscious.
He Pingsheng breathed a sigh of relief.
He had finally won.
This son of a bitch of a prince had been a real handful.
Hmm...
Let's see what good stuff he has on him first!
He Pingsheng took a deep breath and cautiously leaped over to the cliff where the prince was trapped.
But just as he carefully reached for the prince's Storage Ring, the supposedly unconscious Ninth Prince suddenly opened his eyes.
Red firelight blazed from his body.
Boom...
A burst of fierce flames burned away every thorn around him!
Then a blood-red saber slashed toward He Pingsheng.
The saber was a full ten feet long, with flames gushing from its blade.
As it turned out, the Ninth Prince had never been dead.
He had deliberately feigned unconsciousness to launch a surprise attack.
This time, He Pingsheng had indeed fallen for it.
He had no chance to deploy any defensive Magical Treasure.
He could only hastily summon his divine ability, Vajra Shield, using golden metal power.
The Vajra Shield was powerful, canceling out much of the prince's attack.
But the remaining fifty percent of its force landed squarely on He Pingsheng's body.
He Pingsheng was instantly sent flying backward.
He was a body-refining cultivator, with an incomparably powerful physique.
Naturally, there was no way he would be injured.
"Hahaha..." The Ninth Prince laughed heartily. "As a noble prince, would I lack a mere treasure to ward off poison?"
"Now... let's see what else you can do!"
"Slash..."
The prince raised his long saber high once more and brought it crashing down toward He Pingsheng again.
The power of this strike seemed capable of