C3 Painful cyan dog

"Bam!"

The tightly shut door was kicked open by a leader of the imperial guards. Wood chips flew everywhere, and the door was wide open.

A team of twenty guards rushed into the room.

"Crown Prince, where is the assassin?" "I'll just …"

When everyone saw the scene in the room, countless of gazes turned towards the calm Ji Haotian. The latter's calm attitude was as though he had knocked out a sixth stage expert with a slap earlier, as if he had just killed an insignificant fly.

"Mm, this …" How is that possible? "

"It can't be …" My eyes can't be hallucinating! "

"The Crown Prince actually knocked out a sixth level Body Tempering cultivator!"

"Could it be that the Crown Prince isn't a trash, but a seventh level Body Tempering genius?"

The sound of the inhalation of cold air was like a blower as all the guards discussed in low voices with each other a moment later.

"Lend me your sword."

Ji Haotian shot a glance at the guard captain in the distance and spoke indifferently.

"Ah …" It's the crown prince. "

The middle-aged man himself was at the seventh level of Body Tempering. Even if he wanted to kill Mu Tian Chou, it would take some effort. If the other party wanted to escape, he didn't have the confidence to capture him. Even when Ji Haotian talked to him, he still had not fully recovered from his shock.

Shua! Ji Haotian immediately thrusted out with his sword.

Before the crowd could clearly see what had happened, they only saw a flash of white light, and an expert at the sixth level of the Body Tempering stage had died a horrible death. Dark red blood dyed the ground red.

An indescribable white flow of air flowed into Ji Haotian's body. At this moment, he realized that the Heavenly Law Calabash in his sea of consciousness had a gourd of good wine.

"Elementary Heavenly Wine: After consuming it, it can repair all kinds of incomplete Heaven Ranked Martial Techniques."

A piece of information rushed into Ji Haotian's mind, to the extent where everyone saw that after the crown prince killed the expert at the sixth level of the Body Tempering stage, he was actually sitting alone in a daze on the spot.

"Can only Heaven Ranked Martial Techniques be repaired? It's still rather weak! "

The Profound Sky Continent's martial skills were divided into: Heaven, Earth, Profound, Yellow, Fourth Level. Empyrean Terminus was already considered the strongest. Of course, in his previous life, Ji Haotian was a celestial sovereign. And the < Celestial Emperor Dao Arts > that he cultivated was originally a cultivation technique used to reach the Deity level in the Immortal World.

The strong stench of blood let everyone know that this wasn't an illusion. The crown prince had actually made a move and killed Mu Tian, who was at the 6th Layer of Body Tempering!

Hmm, the Crown Prince actually said he was weak? What the hell was that?

He was even able to kill a sixth level Body Tempering expert and actually called himself weak! Do you still want us to live! When they thought about the fact that their captain's strength had reached the seventh layer of Body Tempering, most of the guards were still at the fourth layer of Body Tempering. They felt that after cultivating for such a long time, they were practically living like dogs! Immediately, tears streamed down his face!

"Oh right, after you all leave, don't speak carelessly. If anyone asks, tell them that you are the one who killed Mu Tian. As for my strength, it's better not to say. "

Ji Haotian smiled, looked at the middle-aged man in the distance and spoke indifferently.

"Yes, Crown Prince."

The middle-aged man stared blankly and nodded his head. It wasn't until he walked out of the room that he still felt that the scene before him wasn't real.

Could it be that the Crown Prince had been hiding his strength all these years? Why was he showing it now? Hrm, was his life being threatened? Didn't that mean that the Crown Prince had always been a cultivation genius? It was best for him to inform His Majesty about this as soon as possible.

The middle-aged man shook his head with a bitter smile before leaving the room with the rest of his bodyguards.

"Squeak!"

After the guards had left, the door was opened once more.

An old man in his forties wearing a black robe and a cape walked into the room. "Little brat, quickly come with me! I'll take you to see your father for the last time. "

"Hm, what happened to my father?"

"No crap, just follow me."

As he spoke, the black clothed middle-aged man didn't wait for Ji Haotian to react and disappeared on the spot while grabbing onto Ji Haotian as if he was a flash of light.

Ji Xiaoyun, the king of the Qianyun Empire. In the eyes of the entire Profound Sky Continent, the Qianyun Empire was considered to be a small country in the bottom tier, but in the entire Qianyun Empire, an expert whose strength had reached the level of Acupoint Opening Realm was a supreme existence.

"Look, Physician Lin is out!"

"This should be the thirtieth physician!"

"I wonder if His Majesty the Emperor can be saved this time?"

"I wonder what His Majesty is planning to do by inviting the heads of the four noble families and the younger generation?"

"I heard it had something to do with the throne."

The cultivators of the four great clans were whispering to each other. A fiery look appeared in the eyes of some of the younger generation members. After all, once they became the emperors of the Qianyun Empire, they would have monstrous rights and limitless amounts of cultivation resources.

The Qing Clan's Clan Chief laughed coldly as he looked at the crowd. There were some well-informed cultivators from the Four Great Clans who had already guessed the intention of the Emperor. He knew, however, that His Majesty had been poisoned. Judging by the time, the poison was about to erupt!

As for why he called all the younger generation cultivators of the four great clans over, it was naturally for the throne. After all, the crown prince had already been killed by him. At a time like this, the Emperor could only choose one of the geniuses amongst the Four Great Clans to be the Emperor, to be the successor to the Qianyun Empire.

And amongst the Four Great Clans, Qing Xuanzi's grandson was naturally the strongest. At such a time, as long as he suppressed all the juniors, Qing Xuanzi would become the new ruler of the Qianyun Empire.

Not only did the Cyan Clan Chief want to strip Ji Haotian of his piece of the reverse scale, he also wanted to strip him of his rights and position.

"Creak!"

The big doors of the hall slowly opened, and a young man appeared in front of everyone. It was Ji Haotian.

"Qing Clan Patriarch, Qing Lin Kong, late Xiantian realm strength." When Qian Yun had been in a drought for twenty-three years, Qing Lin Kong had killed thirty Qing officials and ten thousand ordinary mortals who came to deliver the news to the government. Qian Yun had been training for thirty-six years. In order to cultivate the « Heavenly Demon Art », Qing Lin had killed a thousand people at the borders of Qianyun Empire. "In the war between the Qianyun Empire and the Ao Jia Empire, Qian Yun had lived for forty-four years. In order to obtain the pension provided by the Ao Jia Empire to the martyrs that had died on the battlefield, he had killed one hundred and thirty men …"

Ji Haotian trembled slightly when he received the message from the Heavenly Law Calabash.

There were dozens of heinous crimes in the Qilin sky alone, and each of them resulted in at least several hundred lives being lost. This kind of person was still alive and well. Wasn't he worried that the ghosts would come find him?

Ji Haotian gazed at the great hall.

When he saw the many doctors dressed in white, Ji Haotian knew that his father must be sick.

In that case, he could only improve the Heaven Ranked Martial Technique "Nine Spirits of the Divine Needles" that he had obtained from the secret realm. With a thought, Ji Haotian finished drinking all the wine in the bottle gourd in his sea of consciousness.

After drinking the gourd of wine, Ji Haotian realised that a message had entered his memories.

"One day for needles, one inch and six minutes longer; two for needles, one inch and six minutes longer; three days for needles, three inches and a half longer; four days for needles …"

"Wow, it can't be! This crown prince is really the same as the rumors said he is, really a trash that can't even cultivate. I actually can't feel a single trace of spiritual energy from him! "

"What is this trash doing here?"

"Hahahaha, I'm guessing that he wouldn't be here to compete for the throne with us!"

"Trash that can't cultivate yet want to compete with us for the throne. I think that the emperor will get him here this time to announce the abolition of the crown prince."

The mocking laughter of the crowd echoed throughout the hall.

"All of you, shut up! You bunch of bastards actually dared to insult me again. Don't you know that this is a crime that involves all nine families? "

Ji Haotian's cold eyes revealed a hint of killing intent as he swept his gaze across the crowd.

These words caused everyone in the large hall to be stunned. Who would have thought that the usually quiet and good-for-nothing youth would actually be this powerful?

Cripple a crown prince? These words were not something they could talk about. If they were to talk about it, there would be nine families involved. However, they had already gotten used to ridiculing that good-for-nothing crown prince and had never thought too much about it.

After all, Ji Haotian had never ridiculed anyone in the past, but now, with a single sentence, he had left them speechless. Furthermore, everyone felt their chests becoming stuffy as they looked at the youth in the distance with a dark expression.

Qing Clan's Patriarch Qing Lin's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. His expression was incomparably gloomy. Even in his dreams, he had never thought that the good-for-nothing Crown Prince would still be alive!

"Crown Prince Ji Haotian, I will call you Crown Prince at the end, but a useless crown prince like you who can't be the emperor is truly pitiful. Don't worry, after Xuan'er becomes the emperor, you will continue to be a Crown Prince with your own name and reputation. What should you call me then? Since Xuan'er is the Emperor, then I shall be the Supreme Emperor. If I remember correctly, you should call me …! "

"Pah!"

An extremely fierce slap landed on the face of the Cyan Clan Patriarch, and the Cyan Clan Chief was sent flying, crashing into a dragon pillar.

Hiss!

The Patriarchs and juniors of the Four Great Families gasped in shock. The Qing Clan's patriarch had been sent flying by a single slap. The grand Qing Clan's patriarch had actually been sent flying by a single slap from a crown prince!

"My palm strike was for those ten thousand dead victims of disaster!"

"This slap is for those ordinary people who were killed by your cultivation technique!"

"This slap is for the families of those guards who died after the war!"

"This slap is for …"

Ji Haotian said these words and slapped him a few times. Qing Lin Kong's hair was already in disarray and his face was covered in blood. Half of his teeth had already fallen off.

At this time, Qing Lin Kong no longer dared to make a sound, because every single thing that Ji Haotian had said was something that would normally seem crazy to a normal person. It was all his own secret, but how did that good-for-nothing crown prince know about it? Could he be a fortune-teller?

When everyone in the hall saw this scene, they gasped like a fan.

"Gulp!"

It was unknown who was spitting on him, but a voice suddenly resounded in the great hall. If the crowd had thought that the Patriarch of the Qing Clan had been sent flying with a slap from the crown prince because he did not have enough time to react, then what did they see now?

When Ji Haotian made his move, he had wanted to resist, but at that time, he realized that his body had become so stiff that he couldn't move at all. He was then slapped by the kid in front of him.

At this moment, he felt extremely depressed. Right now, not only was he injured, but he was actually being treated in front of the four great families' cultivators. What kind of humiliation was this? If word of this got out, would he still have any face to meet anyone?