The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

The prince and his companions all gasped, their blood running cold. The prince's servant and the coachman had already fallen to the ground in fear, trembling all over.

The man on the wall had a ghost face and fangs, a burly figure, and a pair of red eyes that were unique in the world.

Who else could this person be if not the Ninth Level of the Netherworld?

How many people who encounter the Netherworld Nineth Level can have a good ending! The Netherworld Nineth Level is a demon who kills without blinking an eye!

The prince's legs were so weak that he could only stand in front of the car with the help of the secret guards.

Youming Jiuchong leaped up and somersaulted lightly to the front of the prince's carriage.

The secret guards drew their swords and stood beside the prince.

The prince's voice trembled, "You, you are the ninth level of the netherworld?"

Netherworld Jiuchong didn't even look at the prince, "Are you blind? You can't even recognize me."

The prince's face turned pale, and he tried to stand firmly. Maybe Netherworld Nineth Level was just passing by? Once he revealed his identity, Netherworld Nineth Level would be more or less afraid, right?

"Youming, you..." The prince was frightened by a loud shout before he could finish his words.

“Shut up!” Netherworld Jiuchong exuded his majesty and glanced at the prince.

"Who do you think you are? Are you worthy of calling me by my name?"

He raised his hands slightly and waved in the direction of the prince.

Several secret guards wanted to step forward and stand in front of the prince, but the prince shrank back in fear.

However, Netherworld Nine moved very quickly, and before the prince and the others could react, a seemingly light palm wind struck over.

The secret guards in front vomited blood and fell to the ground at the same time. Even the prince behind was oppressed by the palm wind and vomited a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

Netherworld Nine's pupils turned red, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

The prince wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, suppressed the overwhelming fear in his heart, and tried to threaten the Ninth Layer of the Netherworld.

"Lord Youming, do you know who I am?"

"Who are you and what is your relationship with me?"

"Lord Youming, I am the only prince of the Zhongyue Dynasty. My biological father is the emperor of the dynasty, and my biological mother is the queen of a country."

"Oh?" Netherworld Jiuchong looked coldly and finally met the prince's gaze.

The prince looked at the tall man in front of him, but he couldn't look him in the eye. Because Lord Youming was much taller than an ordinary person, much taller than him who was only 1.8 meters tall. He could only look up at Lord Youming.

Seeing that Youming finally showed some reaction, the prince was delighted. Was this the result of his noble status?

The next moment, he heard You Ming Jiu Chong's nonchalant and sarcastic words: "So what? He's just a prince. What's the difference between him and a cat or a dog?"

The prince was angry and afraid. He was humiliated again and again by Netherworld Nine. Apart from the times he had fallen in front of Yun Mujiu and Uncle Ye, when had he ever been humiliated like this?

Netherworld Nine sneered, raised his hand and swung two more palm winds. This time, all the people around the prince fell down without even making a sound.

The prince was only angry for a moment, his hands pressed to his chest, his internal organs aching.

A dark shadow flashed in front of the prince, and then someone pinched his neck fiercely, and his feet jumped off the ground. The prince's eyes widened, and he looked at the person who pinched his neck in horror.

"Want to die?" Netherworld Nine-fold pinched the prince with one hand. "I will grant your wish." His tone was chilling.

A few secret guards who still had a trace of consciousness whispered, "Sir You..., you can't escape responsibility for killing the prince..." The servant also tried to glare at Youming Jiuchong viciously.

If they hadn't revealed the prince's identity, they would probably have died on the spot today.

Netherworld Nineth Level snorted coldly, showing obvious disdain. He kicked over and kicked the secret guard and the coachman on the ground against the far wall.

"Bang!" All these people hit the wall and then fell to the ground.

The prince knew that Netherworld Nineth Layer really wanted to kill.

The prince's face turned red as he struggled to speak, "I... ahem, we... have no grudges or hatred."

The second half of the sentence was not uttered: Why do you want to kill me?

"Heh." Netherworld Nine sneered, not allowing any doubt: "I can kill if I want to, do I need a reason?"

Then he said in a cold tone: "But there is a reason for killing you this time."

The prince frantically tried to recall how he had offended Mushi Jiuyou Pavilion, and the sense of urgency around his neck suddenly intensified.

Netherworld Jiuchong pinched the prince's neck fiercely and slapped him wildly on the face with his other big hand.

"You are so rude. You should be taught a lesson."

The prince's neck made a cracking sound, and he felt dizzy and his brain was spinning. He remembered it!

He had previously gone to the Laurel Tower with his four lackeys for dinner and said a few disrespectful words to Youming Jiuchong. He said that Youming Jiuchong was just a gangster, how could he compare to him, the prince!

He was clearly speaking very confidentially, so how could You Ming Jiu Chong know his conversation?

Is the Netherworld Nine's secret line so powerful! Even he, the prince, can't escape from the Netherworld Nine's eyes...

The prince was unable to utter a word to beg for mercy, and for the first time he felt fear seeping into his bones.

Netherworld Jiuchong looked at the prince's blue face, twisted his big hand gently, and the prince's neck made a slight cracking sound.

Then, the prince's body was thrown in a perfect arc in the air, and then slammed hard into the sturdy carriage.

"Bang!" The carriage made of high-quality wood was smashed into pieces, which shows how powerful Netherworld Nine is.

The prince was gasping for air, spitting blood from his mouth. It hurt so much! His neck was about to break, and his whole body was in pain. It felt like he had severe fractures everywhere!

Nether Nine is really a demon! Damn it!

Netherworld Jiuchong walked forward a few steps and looked down at the prince on the ground.

The prince saw a mask with a ghost face and fangs, and the pair of red eyes under the mask were extremely strange.

Netherworld Nine said coldly: "Dare to discuss this seat? This is a small warning."

The prince wanted to die. He was almost beaten to death and it was just a small warning? He could foresee that if he provoked the Ninth Layer of the Netherworld again, his fate would definitely be worse than it was now.

"Your Excellency," the prince spat out another mouthful of blood, "I know I was wrong..."

He shouldn't have been so mean, shouldn't have been so arrogant, and shouldn't have provoked this devil!

Nether Nine said nothing, but gently raised one foot and pointed it at the prince's crotch. His cold eyes actually revealed a hint of disdain.

The prince opened his eyes wide. He was already impotent. Could it be that Nether Nine was trying to kill him? There was no hope for him to recover from his illness. Even the root of his disease was gone! No!

Netherworld Nine Heavy kicked down, and the prince screamed "Ah". The scream was so shrill that it seemed to pierce the sky and break people's eardrums.

The prince fainted completely.

Netherworld Nine turned around and glanced at the scene, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. Now he could finally vent his anger for that vengeful little girl...

He tiptoed lightly and disappeared in an instant.

The scene was left in a mess.

There were officials patrolling the city at night, and there were many shops and residences in the distance on the street where the prince was.

The police heard someone screaming and hurriedly ran towards the sound. Other people woke up from their dreams and were curious about what was happening in the outside world. A confused child asked, "Mom and Dad, is it dawn? Why are people killing pigs?"

Some people were still wandering around the night market. When they heard the noise, a group of people gathered together to watch the excitement.

What's worse is that there are many spies in the capital, and there are many secret agents. Not long after the prince's incident, many spies came here quickly...