I am a living immortal.

Until this crisp sound.

The sound was subtle, compared to the previous ones, but it inexplicably sent a wave of panic through Lei Ling. This panic spread from his jaw throughout his body, followed by a feeling of suffocation and nausea. He felt like a fish thrown ashore.

Breathing from small gulps to big gulps is simply not enough.

He felt like throwing up, a feeling he hadn't felt in ages. His eyes were swimming, his head was dizzy, and his ears were ringing. He knew something was wrong with him, but he couldn't figure out what.

Unexplained palpitations.

He looked up at the prince. After that upward kick, the prince didn't attack again. He looked at him as if he were looking at something, a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

It's very strange and dazed.

Did I miss something? Wait...

"Found it? But it's too late." These were the last words the prince said to him, and also the last words he said in his life. Then the prince patted his sleeves and turned to leave.

This sudden end to the battle left everyone confused.

Just as Lei Ling was about to reach out, he realized that the movement of his arm had triggered a chain reaction. Bones crackled, and his entire arm drooped limply at his side.

He realized something was wrong. The cracks in his bones were connected together. If he moved, it would trigger a chain reaction like dominoes, eventually shattering into pieces.

My heart is beating fast.

He knew what that reaction had meant. It was the breath of death, his body reminding him that he was going to die.

Can……

"you……"

Lei Ling tried to speak, but as soon as he did, the bones in his jaw shattered, unable to support him any longer. Half his face collapsed.

This time someone finally came to his senses.

It is true that Lei Ling is a master of horizontal training. His skin, tendons, flesh, and bones are all invulnerable to swords and guns.

But bones are too hard and break easily. The prince's move directly broke Lei Ling's bones bit by bit, hitting here and there. These tiny cracks were not fatal or obvious, but once they moved, they would set off a chain reaction.

The final upward kick is the key point connecting the entire skeleton.

Lei Ling was still alive, but he couldn't move. He was practically on the brink of death. Along with the shattering of his jaw came the pain, a ache that penetrated deep into his bones. But he couldn't move. Not only would the pain multiply, but he couldn't let his spine shatter, or he would die. In fact, even if he didn't move, he would still die. Now, he was forcibly converging his Qi.

This is the body's last struggle, and the instinctive desire to survive is even faster than the brain's reaction.

The other Grandmasters who had seen this were extremely apprehensive. This battle had given them a more direct and clear view of the Crown Prince's strength, which was astonishing. After all, he was still a Grandmaster, and to be subdued so easily, he was a master of horizontal training.

If they were honest, it wouldn't be that simple, or even that easy. Of course, no one thought they'd lose. Even Lei Ling, even before he was slaughtered, didn't think he'd lose, even after he'd sensed the prince's power. But how can one put it? Perception and reality are two different things.

The current situation was that the Crown Prince was more powerful than they had ever imagined. Although slaughtering foreigners was a source of pride, without this external enemy, everyone couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if they had just been there.

The answer is hard to admit, but there is nothing we can do about it.

For the first time, the three great masters showed an expression of worry.

People's joys and sorrows are not shared. While the Jianghu people were thinking, the faces of the common people were all glowing, and their cheers were getting louder and louder.

The prince worked hard to build up his reputation in front of everyone.

This made the prince feel very happy. But Lei Ling ultimately died. Even though he was unwilling to accept it, even though he no longer wanted to die, even though he was desperate, he still died in the end. His death was a miserable one, like a puddle of mud. Without the support of his bones, all his organs blended together, causing those cleaning up to vomit everywhere. His death was truly too horrifying.

However, the look in his eyes before death still makes people feel sick, as if he is an evil ghost.

The prince's mood was not affected by this, but it didn't last long because he saw the men from the Meng family army. Although they still had expressionless faces, the prince keenly noticed that there was a hint of worry beneath their expressionless faces.

Yes, it seems so out of place in the lively atmosphere.

He didn't know what this worry meant, and that was why he seemed very irritated.

Although the few people in the Meng family army knew that their worries were useless, it was not something that could be controlled just by knowing. He could not control it after knowing the truth.

He really wanted to be like these humans, kept in the dark, perhaps not even realizing it before his death, without worry or pain. But they knew but could do nothing, like torture.

After being stunned for a while, someone came to the door.

It was the old eunuch who followed the prince.

"Our Highness would like to invite you all. I wonder if you would do me the honor."

The members of the Meng family army knew that the prince would find them. Perhaps the prince had sensed something since the first encounter with the old goat.

"Oh... let's go."

As he followed the old eunuch, he had to think about what excuse he could come up with. But the prince didn't seem to be a fool.

This prince is incredibly ambitious and wants to control everything. It's best not to let him know. He's still too young. In the eyes of the Meng family army, digging deep isn't always a good thing. He should learn to let go and relax his excessive desire for control. Sometimes, knowing too much only adds to the trouble.

He had clearly refused, but he still did this. He was a little pessimistic about cooperating with this prince. Under the perfect appearance, there were flaws.

He had once included the old goat in the martial arts tournament out of respect, and now he was doing it again. He could understand his feelings, but he couldn't understand why a crown prince would have such a personality trait. Perhaps this was the norm for those in power.

The prince is still not as good as the founding emperor.

If it was the emperor present, he would definitely not behave in this way. After he clearly expressed his refusal, both parties should have reached a tacit understanding and quietly put the topic aside, at least on the surface.

And what the prince is doing now is called interference.