Prince Heng was quite prestigious within Guilong City.
Especially to Shangguan Yunhong—even if the Shangguan Clan's First Ancestor came to meet Prince Heng, he would have to be polite and respectfully address him as "Your Highness" from the bottom of his heart.
It was said that Prince Heng had already entered the final stage of tempering. Once he broke through that last shackle, he would become a Divine Ability Realm True Person. Not only would his strength rise another level, but his lifespan would more than double, reaching two thousand years.
At that time, Guilong City would hold a grand celebration. His Majesty would personally report to the ancestral temple and, in the name of the Wu Clan's forebears, confer upon him the title of "Prince Heng."
Even within the awe-inspiring Great Qian Imperial House, only eleven princes were still alive today.
Prince Heng's standing within the imperial house was plain to see.
Even if Shangguan Yunhong harbored ten thousand grievances in his heart, he had no choice but to withdraw his Battle Body and return to a roughly human form. He bowed respectfully. "Yes, Your Highness. Yunhong will take his leave."
With that, he led his retainers away in sorry condition.
After Shangguan Yunhong left, Fang Yaowu—equally broad and imposing—suddenly became conspicuous.
The attention of the surrounding spectators naturally shifted, pair after pair of bright eyes fixing on him.
After some treatment, Fang Yaowu had finally resolved the excess qi and blood within his body and survived. Stared at by everyone, he immediately felt guilty and said in a muffled voice, "Um... why are you all looking at me?"
"Brother Fang, you're one of the military's ten outstanding young talents. Are you really going to watch an outsider strut around on the arena?"
"Exactly! Didn't you always say you