Martial Peak

Chapter 2959, I Am An Ancient Shaman King >

“Oh really? However, the Third Imperial Prince does indeed have one more leaf than you. If my assumptions are correct, the greater the number of leaves you possess, the greater the respect you will obtain. From the looks of it, you really are inferior to the Third Imperial Prince.”

“It’s… it’s all due to the inferior cultivation of this Prince. That’s right, that is the only reason! This Prince was slightly negligent with his cultivation, therefore he only has eight leaves. If someday this Prince has the same cultivation as Third Brother, even obtaining nine leaves would be a trivial matter.”

“Tsk tsk tsk…” A look of contempt covered Yang Kai’s face, “I don’t think that is possible; tiny clues can reveal the general trend of things. If I were the Human Sovereign, I also wouldn’t appreciate your behaviour and character, First Imperial Prince. If the matter of succession were to be on my mind in the future, I would definitely consider the Third Imperial Prince. The Third Imperial Prince is a dragon amongst men, possesses outstanding cultivation, and treats people with respect and dignity, how could you ever match up to him?”

“You… you shut your mouth!” Fu Shu’s anger was fully stoked by Yang Kai’s words and he lunged over in fury, relying entirely on the protection of the Sacred Tree to maintain his fearless image.

As Yang Kai was speaking though, his hands never stopped, continually releasing fierce attacks towards various parts of Fu Shu’s body. Nevertheless, he was ultimately unable to break through the protective green light. On the other hand, the attacks the First imperial Prince was launching at him amounted to no more than tickles that he could completely disregard.

For a moment, the two of them brawled like rogues on the street, though neither side was able to gain the upper hand, with all of their attacks amounting to nothing.

The goateed man let off a sigh. Simply unable to continue watching on, he opened his mouth and shouted, “First Imperial Prince, there’s no need to worry about his rubbish comments. Your Highness should focus entirely on displaying your Sacred Techniques. Since your cultivation cannot match up to his, only the Sacred Techniques can wipe your humiliation away.”

Yang Kai turned his head around and snorted coldly, “If you continue yapping, old thing, I’ll smash your teeth out first!”

The goateed man said in a heartfelt manner, “Youngsters should learn how to respect their elders.”

“That will depend on the person. Those who like to act pretentiously like you, I will beat up several dozen every day!”

As Yang Kai shouted, Fu Shu continued to curse. Nevertheless, having received the goateed man’s reminder, he did not continue tussling with Yang Kai and immediately cast the Bloodlust Spell on himself. The fear and timidness in his eyes quickly disappeared, immediately being replaced by a look filled with fury and excitement. Letting off a loud, derisive chuckle, he spoke with a fierce tone, “Boy, for daring to offend this Prince, you must die! After that, I will properly enjoy that beautiful lady.”

The Bloodlust Spell affected the rationality of the target, lowering their inhibitions while enhancing their ferocity. Nevertheless, it was still able to provide many benefits in some special circumstances.

Fu Shu’s fear and timidness had been suppressed by the Bloodlust Spell. Focusing his scarlet red eyes firmly on Yang Kai, he appeared to have become an entirely different person as he let out a loud roar, “Bind!”

An invisible strength suddenly came gushing out from the void, binding Yang Kai’s raised fist like a thousand tightly wrapped threads.

Yang Kai was suddenly unable to move his fist regardless of how he tried.

He felt as though his fist was being tied down by an invisible power. The more he tried to attack, the greater the restraining force he felt. Yang Kai’s expression turned solemn. Despite his Third-Order Dao Source Realm cultivation, the First Imperial Prince, Fu Shu, was actually able to rely on his so-called Sacred Techniques to even restrain his movements. This made Yang Kai increasingly vigilant against the Shamanic Spells that were the root cause of this situation.

had always been the one fighting across realms. This was the first time he had been placed in such a disadvantage

was no longer being restrained as he easily increased the distance between

to him laugh

light appeared to be identical to the energy that was protecting

the long

Kai’s eyes narrowed as he felt the power behind the incoming attack. Unleashing his Space

were rotten wood, completely destroying all the incoming Moon Blades; however, after breaking through the last Moon Blade,

body before two streams of blood flowed out from his nostrils. Nevertheless,

to form a gigantic jade green long

a pensive look towards a certain

traces. Every time Fu Shu displayed his Sacred Techniques, they seemed to produce some kind of resonance from that direction. This resonance was very weak, so weak that Yang Kai would not have sensed it if not for

to compete against him in a head-on confrontation; therefore, there was only one reason that this could be happening, and that was the fact that

the power of the so-called Sacred

was occurring should

exactly what the hell this Sacred Tree was, to actually be able to display such power to let

torrent of Divine Sense expanded out, causing waves of humming sounds to ring in the sky, leading the goateed

appeared before Yang Kai’s eyes, just like the most outstanding artist painting picture after picture in his mind with exquisite

Sense from expanding. Caught off guard, Yang Kai was

moment, the jade-green longsword had already chopped down,

madly, “This is what you

jade-green longsword to press

Summoning the Myriads Sword into his hand once more, he proceeded to swing it

Shu was stunned for an instant,

you’ve got, First Imperial Prince? Ridiculous! Do you not have any

Shu roared back in fury, “Don’t get cocky, you

this time around, Yang Kai did not recognize the words, nor could he associate them with any Shamanic Spell he knew. While he chanted, Fu Shu proceeded to take a stance akin to what one

arrow mysteriously appeared before him, which he held lightly as

Star Pursuing

disappeared as it spun through the air, smashing through space, leaving a gash across the sky that was visible to the naked eye before appearing right before

tilted his head to the side, as the arrow slid past his temples, slicing off a few strands of black hair that drifted away

volcano as he continued to pull back on his invisible bow, repeatedly launching arrow after arrow at Yang Kai. Blood continued to flow out from his nostrils like water bursting out from a dam, dripping down and staining his robes and the ground below. Nevertheless, Fu Shu

a row, blood was now dripping