"Fourth Prince, you're sick."
The moment he said this, the reception room fell silent.
Both General Tazwell, who was keeping them company, and the "Fourth Prince" were somewhat baffled.
-Was this Sang Biao insulting him, or was he serious?
Finally-
The Fourth Prince touched his face, shoulders, chest, and waist, then said with a smile:
"Huang Ama, thank you for caring about your brother here, but we're already in Hell. How could we get sick?"
Before he finished speaking, the enormous "Danger" above his head burst apart.
The blood-red word scattered into colorful rays that clung to the Fourth Prince, flashing back and forth.
Several lines of Faint Glowing Text appeared before Shen Ye:
"The target refuses treatment." "The target has entered the 'tribulation transcendence' state!" "Successive accidents are guaranteed to occur. Attacks intended to kill him will strike his weak points, and valuable items are guaranteed to drop." "The 'tribulation transcendence' state lasts 10 seconds. After a 1-minute cooldown, if the target is not dead, 'Tribulation transcendence' will trigger again, repeating in a cycle."
Shen Ye stared, dumbfounded.
Just as his teacher had said, grass was a plant.
-The power of a mythic trait was way too brutal!
What was he waiting for?
"Fourth Prince, do you know who I am?"
Shen Ye stood up with a cold laugh.
"Huang Ama." The vampire blinked innocently.
"-Imperial Father, my ass!"
Shen Ye flipped the table outright and swept a kick at the impostor.
Frost Bite!
"Huang Ama, your temper has grown since you came to Hell!"
The vampire shouted back, refusing to back down.
-He dodged backward.
Just then, two fully armed guards entered to report on their work.
Clang!
The guards collided squarely with the vampire.
The vampire failed to dodge.
He tried to pull something out