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Lan Feng who had changed his appearance sat at a table twenty meters away from him. The words that Third Prince believed he could only hear were clearly heard by Lan Feng.

The Overlord's Family. This was the Overlord's Family. In order to fight for power, they were willing to kill each other with their own hands and feet. They were willing to do anything to gain power. I wonder, are the Empire of Sarn's princes like that? Maybe, maybe, or maybe? These thoughts floated in Lan Feng's mind: Of course, the His Majesty Marder was much younger than the Tian Luo Duchy's Emperor, so the princes didn't have to think about that for now.

Thinking about it, Lan Feng suddenly felt that the Syrika in front of him had become pitiful. In fact, he was indeed pitiful. As a result, he saw an incomplete version of himself within Syrika.

Why not?

Very simple, his highness Prince Lan Feng had also been a pitiful bug before. He had been ridiculed, mocked, and even bullied by others. His illustrious background had no effect at all. On the contrary, it was a sign of how pitiful he was. His low level of strength was not worthy of such an identity. But the only difference was that those who bullied Lan Feng were all outsiders, while his own family treated him very well. They didn't despise him in the slightest, let alone insult him.

And it was also because of this that, other than feeling pity for Syrika, there was another tinge of pity for him — being bullied by his own brothers!

His thoughts were pulled back into reality along with the violent roar, and the wine bottle in Syrika's hand smashed towards Third Prince's head. His eyes were bloodshot, obviously because he was extremely angry, and even his last bit of reason had been mercilessly destroyed. Right now, he only wanted to tear this third brother in front of him into pieces so that he could sacrifice his own life!

The Third Prince only dodged slightly, easily dodging the bottle of wine that was heading towards him. His mouth raised into a deep smile, as if he was happy that he had succeeded in his scheme.

After his first strike, Syrika, who was weak but drunk, staggered. He rushed forward a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

"You dare hit me? Damn it! I was just chatting with you, and you actually went crazy with alcohol, this despicable fellow! Beat him up! As long as he doesn't kill him, I will carry all of his injuries! " Before turning around to leave, he said to Syrika in a low voice: "Fifth brother, enjoy the feast that Third Brother has prepared for you."

Syrika came to his senses, and muttered after being stunned for a moment: "Why did you do this to me? Is what you said true? "

"Therefore, out of so many brothers, only you are not qualified to be a prince, your existence insults the title of prince. As for whether what he said was true or false, so what if it was true? So what if it was false? Even if royal father used your mother as a shield, as a commoner, it would still be her honor.

After he had finished speaking, he stood up and laughed heartily as he retreated. With a wave of his hand, his four wolf-like subordinates rushed forward.

The armored man walked over, while the Third Prince glared at them with his cold eyes, "Go back to your seats, or else I won't mind beating up a few more people!"

A few armoured men sighed inwardly and looked at Syrika with pity in their eyes, but they did not dare say anything else.

The four sturdy men revealed sinister and bloody smiles, waving their thick and big arms, pouncing towards Syrika, while the Fifth Prince looked as if he did not see them, his face revealed a similar sinister look, and his mouth was unknown as he muttered something. Immersed in the story told by the Third Prince, he had no idea that a terrifying nightmare was about to befall him.

"Bang!"

A huge fist landed on his cheek, Syrika flew three metres away and smashed a table, causing blood to trickle out of the corner of his mouth. At this moment, he was wide awake. Seeing the four strong men pouncing towards him, he could only clench his teeth and close his eyes.

"Pah!"

A crisp sound rang out. A large man's body was sent flying ten meters away like a kite with its string cut. He crashed into the wall, causing it to tremble. Then, the wall collapsed like a pile of mud.

There was an extremely thin bloody hole in his shoulder blade. Even more ridiculously, there was a pair of chopsticks sticking out from the wall he had crashed into. The chopsticks were stuck more than three inches deep into the wall, leaving only a small part outside the wall. A small, radiating crack appeared on the wall with the chopsticks as the center.

Third Prince's expression changed greatly as he swept the hall with his ice-cold gaze. Other than the few people who stayed far away to watch the commotion, there was only an ordinary-looking youth who was still drinking wine by himself, as if he did not care about his surroundings. It was very obvious that this was the most suspicious person and Third Prince had already determined that it was him.

With a wave of his right hand, he shouted coldly: "Take him down! "Kill them all!"

Not to mention the group of big sized men, even they knew who their target was. The spectator standing near Lan Feng screamed and ran away immediately, the dozen of men revealed vicious expressions as they pounced towards Lan Feng.

"You even want to scheme against your own little brother. Sigh, is this the common problem with the Monarch's House?" "Perhaps human nature has already fallen to this extent."

Lan Feng sighed leisurely. With a casual wave of his hand, the chopsticks on the table flew out into the air, the dozen or so chopsticks released a golden glow and flew out like lightning. When Yin Yang Energy had reached an extremely high realm, he could already use the Flying Flower picking leaves to injure people. Under the infusion of true energy, even a single strand of hair could be turned into an invincible steel needle, let alone a chopstick.

The more than ten chopsticks used the Nine Yang True Qi s to attack, as such, anyone below the Cyan Stage did not even have the qualifications to resist. Unfortunately, among the group of people, only one person had reached the Cyan Stage, and that was the Third Prince.

More than ten figures came at an even faster speed, and each of their chopsticks just happened to hit the scapula as they were sent flying by that unbelievable force. After knocking aside a few tables and chairs, he fell onto the ground with a thud, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood before fainting on the spot. How could an attack of true qi be as simple as a small wound?

Slowly standing up from his seat, Lan Feng glanced at the dumbstruck Third Prince in disdain and walked towards Syrika, mumbling to himself: "A man who's almost thirty years old is actually only at the early stage of the Cyan Stage, what a pity, what a pity, what a pity, what a pig's stupidity!"

Third Prince's lips moved, he did not say a word. A 30 year old who had reached the Cyan Stage was already considered a genius, but she was actually made into such a miserable state by the other party. His pride, his confidence, and his dignity fell from the high skies into the nine nether abyss. The most lamentable thing was that he could not find a single word to refute him. The opponent's performance had far surpassed his own.

He firmly believed that as long as this seemingly ordinary young man was willing, he wouldn't even be able to withstand a single blow from his opponent before he was easily killed. He was even more convinced that the other party did not mind doing so. If he had the guts, he would not have interfered in this matter!

Lan Feng walked in front of Syrika and smiled: "Your Highness, Fifth Prince, this one has the intention to be your strategist, would Your Highness give me this chance?"

Syrika was stunned by what was happening. He was already planning to be beaten up, but he did not expect to suddenly get a fight to the death. He was young and yet was shockingly powerful. For such a person to come and say that he wanted to be his advisor, he was simply unable to accept this fact.

The so-called advisors were people like the military advisors, and they were also people with left and right arms. His brothers all had people like him by their side, and there were also a lot of trusted experts. Only he, the good-for-nothing prince, didn't have anyone he could trust. No one would be willing to follow a prince with no future like him. However, in front of his eyes appeared a young man who was extremely powerful!

"Is His Highness unwilling?" Lan Feng asked again.

"Yes! "Yes!" Syrika finally reacted, but after he finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment and asked doubtfully: "You're not lying to me, right? Or do you have no idea of my situation? "

"Why should I lie to you? What was my intention? As for your situation … "Lan Feng laughed, looked towards the Third Prince a few meters away, and said indifferently:" Whether you succeed or not, you are useless. But what did it matter? Some people think that they are very strong, but in reality, they are just a straw bag. They are as weak as a young bird, and can easily take care of them with just two fingers! "

Third Prince's face changed drastically as he shouted, "Who are you? This is the imperial capital, and I am the empire's Third Prince. You, a mere commoner, actually dare to be disrespectful to me?

"Afraid! "Of course I am!" Lan Feng sneered, and pointed to the group of people lying on the ground. "But, who are they? If they dared to lay their hands on the noble Fifth Prince, wouldn't that mean the nine familial extermination?! Moreover, as the advisor of the Fifth Prince, does the Third Prince still want me to kneel to you? Ridiculous! We were originally enemies! "

"You!"

"Me?" Lan Feng rubbed his nose and laughed loudly: "Your Highness, don't worry. I have the confidence to make you kneel at the feet of the Fifth Prince. After saying that, he nodded towards the Fifth Prince who was still in shock: "Your Highness, we should leave now, or do you want this subordinate to kill your brother for you right now?"

Third Prince turned pale with fright as he screamed, "You unscrupulous lowly commoner, you dare!"

"Pah!"

With a crisp sound, Third Prince's next words were forcibly swallowed into his stomach. He covered his face and retreated a few steps back, his eyes surging with anger and killing intent. He was really scared. The man in front of him gave him the feeling of a madman. Even if his majesty was here, he would still dare to kill him.

Wait and see, this prince will make you beg for death, beg for death, then I will let you off first. The Third Prince comforted himself with these harsh words. Of course, it was just thinking about it, he didn't dare to say it out loud.

That slap made Syrika's heart tighten, following that, a feeling of exaltation burst forth from his chest. For the first time in twenty years, he felt the air was so fresh and the sky was so beautiful. Even a small ant on the ground became adorable.

He looked coldly at the Third Prince, then nodded towards Lan Feng and walked out of the restaurant with ease. However, he didn't even remember to pay the bill of wine.