When he saw Zu An’s expression change, a hint of joy finally appeared on the face of King Qi’s heir. “It seems you’ve realized it as well. I didn’t want to cause this big of a scene in the capital, but you’ve forced my hand! I will let you witness the terror of an eighth-ranked cultivator!”

As the words left his mouth, he exploded towards Zu An with the force of a cannonball. At that speed, not even Chu Youzhao or Murong Qinghe could react in time.

Zu An was astonished. His opponent’s speed had increased severalfold. With no time to evade, he clenched his teeth and thrust his sword at his opponent’s vitals. When two warriors clashed, the more courageous one would often emerge the victor. He refused to believe that a rich brat like his opponent would be willing to risk their own lives.

“Peasants from the streets always gamble with their lives,” sneered King Qi’s heir. “What a pity. Before absolute strength, everything else is meaningless!”

As he spoke, he easily blocked the Tai’e Sword. At his current speed, his opponent’s self-sacrificing strike was laugh...