Zhang Yue's consciousness was blurred, and in a daze, he heard Ban's self-talk.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Zhang Yue is also a genius. He is already in this state at a young age, which is almost the same as those of the disciples of those sects.

Originally, he was able to enter the sect, but he was greedy for the profits made by the little prince and was willing to be driven by others for the sake of resources. He did not admit this in his heart, and always felt that he had high talent and great potential.

Little did he know that in the eyes of others, he was just a dog, a dog who guarded the house for the little prince.

A true strong man is probably talking about the young man in front of him! With just a few simple moves, he broke his most powerful martial arts. Every word and action is so profound, not as ostentatious as himself.

Zhang Yue sighed slightly deep in his heart, and then his eyes completely fell into darkness and fainted.

Madara stopped looking at him, turned around and walked into the boundary forest.

Suddenly, there were rapid footsteps behind him, and it turned out that the little prince and several warriors rushed over.

The little prince saw the scene in front of him and his face changed slightly, even the two spiritual body-level martial artists behind him showed a solemn look.

Zhang Yue lay there weakly, his body was in a mess, his mouth was bleeding, his eyes were closed, but there was no trace of stain on his body. What does this mean?

The little prince couldn't help but sweat in his back. Zhang Yue was the strongest warrior under his command at this stage. Unexpectedly, when he faced the stigma, he was so unbearable. The stigma's strength was far beyond his expectations.

Madara noticed these people, but he ignored them and walked towards Jielin.

Looking at the left behind, the little prince gritted his teeth, gritted his teeth, and shouted loudly.

"Battle! Please stay!"

However, Madara had no interest in him at all.

The little prince looked a little embarrassed, but for his ambition, he took the initiative.

"Bai! Once you leave, your mother's garden will probably not be able to be kept. How about we make a deal?"

After he finished shouting, his heart beat a little faster because it sounded like he was threatening the other party, but there was no way, and it was impossible to subdue the spot. The other party was obviously not the kind of person who was willing to surrender.

Sure enough, Ban's footsteps stopped.

The little prince was startled, and he gestured to the two warriors with his eyes. The two understood it. They took a step forward together and stood in front of the little prince.

What was surprising was that Madara did not turn around and attack, but said in a funny tone: "You? What qualifications do you have to deal with me?"

The little prince felt a little frustrated, but in the face of the unfathomable spot, he felt that it would be better not to present the little prince's poem. This is why he did not directly recruit the powerful Xuanzhen. It is difficult to control it, and he spent more resources.

"As the son of the King of Chu, I still have some power, so there is no problem in protecting a garden." He said calmly.

Seeing that Banyan wanted to leave here, he confirmed his previous guess. Banyan had indeed caused trouble and had to choose to escape.

Madara's voice turned cold: "Power? Don't mention this word in front of me!"

A nearly substantial murderous aura passed by, and the little prince instantly fell into an ice cellar, and even the two warriors in front of him were trembling.

"Xu...Shura?" The little prince's teeth were trembling, and his eyes were filled with horror.

Are you stupid? Bargaining with a killing god, Shura?

"Hey! Are you lying?" A warrior said in disbelief, with cold sweats falling on his face.

Only those strong men who come out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood can have this murderous aura. What is this ten-year-old boy?

They dared not speak out, and the spots were labeled as moody in their eyes.

Madara was silent for a while. This period of time was extremely tormenting for the three people behind him, and a sense of powerlessness that fate was controlled by others was shrouded in their hearts.

"Say what you want." Ban's voice was without any emotion, like a cold glacier, making people feel cold in their hearts.

The little prince was trembling and let him be extremely smart. When facing the absolute power gap in Madara, he had no choice.

At this moment, when he heard Madara's words, he was stunned for a moment, but immediately, he realized.

"I...I want to achieve the imperial edict." He gritted his teeth and directly expressed his purpose. If he covered it up, the other party might be more disgusted.

The two warriors in front of him were thumping in their hearts. This little prince actually had such great ambitions? As we all know, the emperor himself was a well-known and famous man, and there were many talented and capable princes.

The little prince is a teenager and his talent is not particularly outstanding. He also wants to be the only one?

Moreover, as the confidants who were fully trained by the little prince, they have always been by the little prince. However, they knew nothing about their master's ideas. From this point of view, this little prince's scheming is not simple.

But, what's the use? In front of this Shura-like boy, the little prince was completely in a passive state, and his tone was almost praying.

Madara sneered a few times.

Several people felt nervous. Is this request too much?

"Can!"

Ban's domineering tone made the little prince feel as if he had a reassurance. He was very surprised. If he relied on himself to cultivate the strong and develop his power, he would slowly seek it. I don't know how long it would take, and whether it would be successful or not.

However, this Shura-like boy definitely has the potential to become the strongest man. No matter how poor he is, he can still have the strength to change a country. If the other party agrees to help him, then the road ahead is a smooth road.

"Okay! OK! Just one word is determined!" the little prince said excitedly.

Madara sneered: "There are people around me. If he makes any mistakes, you don't have to stay in this world!"

The little prince's smile came to an abrupt end.

"Okay...but, when will you fulfill your promise?" the little prince asked tentatively. This was a question he was concerned about.

Madara took another step: "Hmph! As a weak person, you must have the awareness of the weak, wait obediently!"

The little prince showed a look of embarrassment on his face and a sense of frustration in his heart. He understood a truth: in the face of absolute power, any calculation or power struggle is pale and powerless.

The three of them dared not say anything more, stood there, watching the figure of the spot scattered into the boundless forest.

"Little Prince, what should I do next?" A warrior cultivator broke the silence.

"Take Zhang Yue with you and go back to Lingcheng immediately. Haven't you heard that? If the people around him make any mistakes, my life will be gone!" The little prince said with a gloomy face.

Suddenly, he thought of something. Is the throne of Qi that he was thinking about so precious? In Ban's eyes, power and status are false and not worth mentioning. Only power is real.

He sighed. There are gaps between people, and the goals set are also gaps. Some people are born to stand ahead that others cannot reach.

For him, becoming the most powerful martial arts is just a dream and fantasy. It is better to be down-to-earth and choose a goal to see.

The two warriors treated Zhang Yue briefly for his injuries, then lifted him up, and the three of them hurried towards Lingcheng.
Chapter completed!