Ouyang Henshui's face showed disappointment without any attempt to hide it.
He had originally hoped to encounter a member of the royal family ranked forty-seven or higher, so that he could achieve fame in one battle, completely surpass Di Xi, and surpass the one he once regarded as a towering mountain.
I never expected it to be like this.
Are you disappointed?
The Your Highness Sixty-Three saw the obvious disappointment on Ouyang Henshui's face and grinned.
Ouyang Henshui, however, was too lazy to answer.
He deflated like a punctured balloon, full of disappointment, and waved his hand dismissively.
disappointment?
How could he not be disappointed!
The Alien Race royal family he finally encountered was only number sixty-three, not even making it into the top sixty. He almost lost the will to fight.
What bad luck!
Since that's the case, then let's just kill him.
Just as Ouyang Henshui was about to make a move, he suddenly sensed two extremely powerful Alien Race auras!
The dark jade at his waist shimmered continuously, conveying a plea for help from his fellow clansmen in the Ancient Alliance.
A burning glint flashed in his eyes; this aura was even stronger than that of the Your Highness Fifty he had previously killed!
If we can slay him, we will surely become famous! Surpassing even Di Xi!
He glanced at the Your Highness Sixty-Three not far away and gave a cold smile.
"Consider yourself lucky. I'll spare your life for now. If we meet again in the future, I'll kill you without hesitation."
"Get out!"
Just as he turned to leave, the voice of the Your Highness Sixty-Three slowly came from behind him, a voice tinged with mockery and indifference.
" Human Race, you seem to have misunderstood something. It's not about whether I'm leaving or not, but rather..."
Did I let you leave?
The indifferent voice was chilling and sent shivers down one's spine.
As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely terrifying aura erupted from the Your Highness Sixty-Three, rushing straight towards Ouyang Henshui.
Having " Imperial Blood " alone is not enough to achieve one's goal as an undercover agent.
Imperial Blood alone is not enough to attract the attention of Alien Race king.
If one wants to gain the king's attention, one must demonstrate one's strength, which is why the Your Highness Sixty-Three came out this time.
To demonstrate one's strength, one must challenge a true prodigy from the Human Race; the one before me is clearly not qualified.
Before Ouyang Henshui could even shake off the thought, "They're trying to show off on me," he sensed the rising fighting spirit emanating from the Your Highness Sixty-Three.
He was already feeling annoyed, and upon hearing this, he turned around, his gaze coldly fixed on the Your Highness Sixty-Three, a sharp murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and spoke in a cold voice.
"I gave you a chance, but you don't seem to know how to cherish it. Ha... truly a barbarian bunch."
"Fine, since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish!"
Ouyang Henshui made a sudden move, and two curved blades landed in his hands, heading straight for the neck of the Your Highness Sixty-Three.
A dazzling blade of light shot out along the trajectory of his swing, carrying Ouyang Henshui's impatience and anger at being disturbed, determined to sever the head of the Alien Race before him.
This move was more powerful and faster than the one he used to defeat Your Highness Fifty.
Using it to deal with a mere member of the royal family ranked sixty-third is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
It was simply because Ouyang Henshui had no patience to linger here and only wanted a quick victory.
He was fully aware of the consequences of his attack.
Ouyang Henshui could even foresee that, two seconds later, the unseeing head of the Your Highness Sixty-Three would be severed by his twin blades, mercilessly shattering on the ground, becoming yet another achievement for him...
Zheng--
The sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses rang out, and Ouyang Henshui's pupils widened in disbelief. A trembling pain shot through his hand, but it paled in comparison to the shock he felt.
It was blocked...
How could the mere Your Highness Sixty-Three possibly withstand his attack?
With an indifferent expression, the Your Highness Sixty-Three casually extended his sharp, scaled finger and blocked Ouyang Henshui's twin blades that were slashing at him with just one finger.
The blade struck his fingers, producing a metallic clanging sound.
Ouyang Henshui was completely taken aback.
This Alien Race member, ranked only sixty-third, was able to easily withstand one of his attacks?
You should know that even the Your Highness Fifty —a member of Alien Race royal family several ranks higher than the Sixty-Three Prince—would have perished on the spot with this move!
But the Your Highness Sixty-Three...
"Oh."
The Your Highness Sixty-Three let out a cold laugh.
Ouyang Henshui's thoughts were almost entirely written on his face.
But does rank represent everything?
ridiculous!
Although, generally speaking, among Alien Race, the higher the rank of the royal family, the stronger they are, this is not absolute and only applies to normal royal bloodlines.
The strength of royal family members who have awakened their " Imperial Blood " cannot be estimated by ordinary standards.
Even members of the royal family of lower rank will see their strength multiply once they awaken their " Imperial Blood."
Their strength cannot be judged by their rank; in fact, they are very likely stronger than the royal families ranked above them! And by a significant margin.
Ouyang Henshui's attack failed, and his heart sank instantly, knowing that he had probably kicked a hornet's nest.
Without a second thought, he turned to draw his sword and flee, but the Your Highness Sixty-Three looked at Ouyang Henshui, who was so close, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his lips.
Immediately afterwards, he lightly flicked his fingers.
The fingertips of the Alien Race royalty were covered in scales, a crimson even more intense than their skin, bordering on black.
With just a flick of his finger, immense explosive force erupted from the point where their weapons met their fingertips, heading straight for Ouyang Henshui.
Ouyang Henshui didn't even have time to retract his twin swords before he was violently thrown away by the explosive impact.
The power emanating from the fingertips of the Alien Race royalty surged wildly, rushing up his arm and into his chest along the two swords he gripped tightly!
In just a moment, the Ouyang Henshui's arm, which was gripping the knife, was blown apart, and his two arms instantly turned into bones.
His chest sank, a sweet, sticky feeling burst in his throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, flying backward.
The twin swords fell to the ground, casually trampled underfoot by the arrogant and disdainful Alien Race, making Ouyang Henshui's eyes widen in fury.
At the same time, he was even more shocked.
That's incredible!
This Alien Race royal family is simply too powerful!
Sixty-three?
How could that be!
The more Ouyang Henshui thought about it, the more he felt he had been deceived.
He chuckled self-deprecatingly. He had actually intended to spare the other person's life just now. Who spared whom was now clearly evident!
But... will the Alien Race really spare me?
Despair filled Ouyang Henshui's eyes as he mocked himself, "What Your Highness Sixty-Three? Ha... you're clearly Thirty-Six, aren't you? I've lost. Kill me or do whatever you want..."
Before he could even utter the words "your way," the Alien Race kicked his twin swords away, sending them flying to his side and embedding them deep in the earth, trembling violently. The silver blades reflected Ouyang Henshui's disheveled face.
All he heard was the cold voice of the " Your Highness Sixty-Three ".
"Take your knife and get out of here."
"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll spare your life."
He hadn't intended to kill the man; he was just teaching him a lesson because the man was too arrogant.
Although he was dressed as a member of Alien Race, he was still Human Race at heart.
also...
Without time to think, Ouyang Henshui suddenly looked up at the Your Highness Sixty-Three not far away, and without hesitation, he leaned forward, awkwardly put his weapon into his Storage Bag, and turned and ran.
They didn't even dare to waste time inserting a pill.
Who cares about the consequences?
Survival is the best outcome!
run!
Watching Ouyang Henshui depart into the distance, the Your Highness Sixty-Three casually withdrew his gaze.
The yellow sand buried the blood that Ouyang Henshui had vomited. The Your Highness Sixty-Three was about to leave, but when he looked away, he caught a glimpse of a figure rapidly approaching not far away.
He stopped abruptly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.