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.

was the first time

restrained as he easily increased the

confidence was greatly increased, leading to him laugh crazily,

jade green light erupted forth from the void. The fluorescent light appeared to be identical to the energy that was protecting Fu Shu. Rapidly converging together in the air, it transformed

at the long

incoming attack. Unleashing his Space Principles, he greeted the incoming attack with a number of

wood, completely destroying all

of blood flowed out from his nostrils. Nevertheless, appearing to have not felt anything, he raised his

before converging to form a gigantic jade green

Kai shot a pensive look towards a certain location

had finally managed to catch onto some faint 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

at Fu Shu’s realm to compete against him in a head-on confrontation; therefore, there was only one reason that this could be happening,

power of the so-called

direction from which the resonance was occurring should

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

eyes, just like the most outstanding artist painting picture after picture in his mind with exquisite detail. As his Divine Sense

of a sudden, a barrier blocked his Divine Sense from expanding. Caught off guard, Yang Kai was dazed for a moment when

same exact moment, the jade-green longsword had already chopped down, cleaving down on

“This is what

hands, he controlled the jade-green longsword to press downwards, seemingly wanting to chop Yang

proceeded to swing

for an instant, surprised

that all of you’ve got, First Imperial Prince? Ridiculous! Do

in fury,

of a sudden Fu Shu started to chant; however, 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 would take when notching an arrow on a

him, which he held lightly as he drew it on

Pursuing

space, leaving a gash across the sky that was visible to the naked eye before appearing

the arrow slid past his temples, slicing off a few strands of black hair that drifted away with the

repeatedly launching arrow after arrow at Yang Kai. Blood continued to flow out from his nostrils like

off five arrows in a row, blood was now dripping