Chapter 620: Driving the Tiger to Devour the Wolf

The First Imperial Prince walked toward Ye Lin step by step with a sullen face.

"Does he hit you?" the First Imperial Prince questioned.

"He does." Ye Lin nodded.

"Do I hit you?" the First Imperial Prince continued to ask.

"No." Ye Lin shook his head.

First Imperial Prince: "Do you hate him?"

Ye Lin: "I do."

First Imperial Prince: "Do you hate me?"

Ye Lin: "I do not."

"Then why do you pledge your loyalty to him instead of me?" The First Imperial Prince instantly lost his composure, his face flushing red.

"Because you are a good person," Ye Lin said sincerely.

"What?"

The First Imperial Prince's face and neck turned red.

"What kind of damn logic is that? You won't pledge to a good person, but you'll pledge to a bad one?"

"I'm sorry, First Imperial Prince, I have no choice." Ye Lin bit his soft, pink lips, his eyes turning slightly red.

"What if you were given another choice?" the First Imperial Prince asked.

"Then I would definitely choose the First Imperial Prince, but I am too afraid. I fear the Third Imperial Prince will not let me go." Ye Lin trembled.

"Rest assured, he wouldn't dare touch my people! As long as you follow me, I will certainly keep you safe and sound!" the First Imperial Prince said in a deep voice.

"Big Brother, do you really think I don't exist?"

The Third Imperial Prince's sinister voice suddenly rang out.

"Ye Lin has already agreed to follow me. Is poaching my people so openly really something a big brother should do?"

"Whether Ye Lin is truly willing to follow you or was forced into it, I believe everyone present has seen it with their own eyes, haven't they?"

The First Imperial Prince spoke with a smile.

"A wise bird chooses its tree, and a capable minister chooses his master. Since Ye Lin is willing to choose me, he must naturally follow his own wishes."

"He dares? If I cannot have him, I will destroy him!"

The Third Imperial Prince looked at Ye Lin, murderous intent flashing violently in his eyes.

That cold, murderous intent was like maggots on rotting bone; Ye Lin was instantly frightened into taking several steps back, his face turning deathly pale.

The First Imperial Prince thought to himself that this was bad; if Ye Lin were scared out of his wits like this, he might really end up being his third brother's man.

The First Imperial Prince took a step forward, blocking Ye Lin, and said in a deep voice.

"Third Brother, we are of royal blood. When we are out and about, we must mind our words and actions. If you go around shouting about killing people, won't the common folk be terrified of you?"

"Don't put on airs as a big brother in front of me. In terms of talent and strength, what qualifications do you have to clamor before me? You were merely born a few years earlier. If I had been born a few years earlier, you wouldn't even be worthy of being my rival!"

The Third Imperial Prince's words made the First Imperial Prince clench his fists hidden beneath his python robe.

Lies do not hurt people; the truth is the sharpest blade.

If he, the First Imperial Prince, had high enough talent and were outstanding enough, the Nuhai Dynasty would never have formed the current situation of six princes vying for the throne.

He, the First Imperial Prince, would have sat firmly on the throne, and it would have had nothing to do with the other princes.

The Third Imperial Prince exposing his shortcomings to his face was undoubtedly slapping him in public.

"Third Brother, oh Third Brother, you are truly becoming more and more presumptuous. Is it that I can no longer control you, or have you reached your rebellious phase?"

The First Imperial Prince's voice had turned cold, and his smile had vanished.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this First Imperial Prince was truly enraged.

But the Third Imperial Prince, Nangong Wuyuan, did not care about his big brother's fury at all; instead, he sneered and flew directly into the air.

"Stop pretending to have brotherly love. Let's have a fight; if you can beat me, I will turn around and leave without a word, and this Yihong Zoo will be yours!"

"Heaven-Subduing Great Handprint!"

As soon as the Third Imperial Prince made his move, the heavens and earth changed color; the clouds across the sky condensed into a giant hand, suppressing the First Imperial Prince directly from above!

The onlookers were instantly frightened into retreating repeatedly. With such a great divine ability, the Third Imperial Prince was clearly a great cultivator of the Profound Realm!

"So you have entered the Profound Realm? No wonder you dare not to take me seriously. Then do you know that I stepped into the Profound Realm two years ago!"

The First Imperial Prince shouted, his python robe snapping in the wind.

He formed his hand into a claw, his five fingers grasping at the air, and terrifying power surged between his fingers.

"Dragon Soars with Nine Claws!"

A clear dragon roar almost resounded throughout Lingquan County.

In principle, in places with many people like this, cultivators are strictly forbidden from acting casually to avoid harming the innocent.

But now, two principles were clashing, and the officials of Lingquan County naturally dared not meddle in this business.

A cyan dragon claw condensed and emerged, as if a real Azure Dragon had descended; one could even see the clear, textured dragon scales.

The dragon claw instantly pierced through the giant hand condensed by the Third Imperial Prince, its momentum undiminished as it continued to sweep toward him.

The Third Imperial Prince's sinister eyes narrowed slightly, and he struck out with his palm again, shattering the dragon claw.

Although he had the disadvantage in this exchange, he was not afraid in the slightest; instead, his attacks became even more fierce, each strike aiming for the First Imperial Prince's vitals.

The First Imperial Prince countered with his dragon claw, strolling leisurely, looking clearly at ease.

Just then, the Third Imperial Prince sneered, and a silver-white halberd suddenly appeared in his hand.

The halberd was covered in dark golden patterns and emitted a terrifying fluctuation.

"A Spirit Weapon! How do you have a Spirit Weapon!"

The First Imperial Prince's expression finally changed, his pupils shrinking violently.

For a cultivator in the three Mortal Realms, even obtaining an ordinary spiritual artifact could easily increase their combat power by thirty percent.

As for a Spirit Weapon, it was almost something a cultivator in the three Mortal Realms could not touch; with a Spirit Weapon, killing enemies of the same rank was as easy as taking something from one's pocket!

"Hmph, I, Nangong Wuyuan, am blessed with opportunities and destined by fate; how could you possibly understand?"

The Third Imperial Prince sneered, and the halberd in his hand swept out like a crescent moon; anything standing before this halberd would be split in two.

The First Imperial Prince dared not hold back any longer. A long sword appeared in his hand, but his sword was merely a spiritual artifact and could not be compared to the Third Imperial Prince's halberd at all.

Clang!

Accompanied by a crisp sound of metal clashing, the First Imperial Prince was sent flying by the halberd, a sickly red flush appearing on his face.

As for the sword in his hand, just blocking that one strike left a fine notch on the blade.

The First Imperial Prince felt immense heartache; even for him, an intact spiritual artifact was extremely precious.

"Since you are courting death, don't blame your brother for being ruthless!"

The First Imperial Prince roared, his already terrifying aura climbing once more.

He had actually broken through to the middle stage of the Profound Realm!

The Third Imperial Prince's expression also turned grave. Although he had a Spirit Weapon in hand, facing the First Imperial Prince, who was a small realm higher than him, he could still capsize in the gutter if he were the least bit careless.

"Dragon Soars with Nine Claws!"

The First Imperial Prince attacked again, engaging the Third Imperial Prince in a fierce battle.

This time, both of them were truly enraged, holding nothing back in their attacks, each move lethal and aimed directly at the other's vitals.

Meanwhile, Ye Lin had long since prepared sunflower seeds, peanuts, popcorn, beer, drinks, and mineral water.

He and the others, including Kuai Yan, ate and drank while watching this battle of the princes; even the fox demon in the Yihong Zoo couldn't help but poke its head out to watch the show.

"Fight, fight, damn them!"

"Master Nangong, don't trade punches with him, try to cut through his center!"

"Hit him, beat him to death! Oh, right, good swordsmanship, poke the opening behind him! Yes, right there! Awesome!"

"Right, hurry and counterattack, chop off his appendix!"

"Brilliant!"

Ye Lin watched with great excitement and even started a betting pool for everyone to place wagers.

"One to five odds for the First Imperial Prince, one to three for the Third Imperial Prince, place your bets, place your bets!"