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Lan Feng was too famous on the continent. His spiral nine shadow, Solitary Nine Swords, Ten Arts of Sword Qi and other skills were extremely obvious. As long as he used them, his background would immediately be seen through. However, this didn't mean that there weren't many people who knew about it. At the very least, the two techniques that he had mastered after his previous breakthrough weren't known by many.

If the Unfettered Universe's ability to break through the Qi Dysfunction had been displayed in front of the enemy, then the Devouring Force Demon would be a complete stranger. To outsiders, Shu La had only seen it before, but she was already dead.

The fiery red pillar of air came charging from afar, its speed was beyond imagination!

Lan Feng laughed coldly, releasing his True Qi. Pushing a hand towards the pillar of Qi, there was a green spiralling vortex in his palm, which was incomparable to the berserk Qi in the opponent's hand.

"Pfft!"

A light sound rang out, like a balloon being pierced by a steel needle. The moment the two attacks met, the impact was not that great. Instead, the fire pillar's attack power had been reduced by a large half. Just as everyone was surprised by Lan Feng's strength, he laughed again and pushed with his palm gently, as if he did not use any strength at all.

A sudden change had happened!

The remaining red pillar of air changed direction and shot towards the middle-aged man. Its speed was at least twice as fast as before!

In addition to the absolute disparity in strength, there was no time for the man to even react before he was struck by the fist power that he himself sent out. It flew out more than twenty meters like an arrow leaving the bowstring. A large amount of blood splattered down from the air. By the time it landed on the ground, it had already lost consciousness.

Lan Feng shook his head lightly, and laughed disdainfully: "Luckily I managed to absorb more than half of the attack first. If I counterattack now, I might not be able to survive.

With that said, Third Prince's expression became extremely ugly, as if he had swallowed a fly. Wasn't he mocked by the same words yesterday? He was mocked as an early stage Cyan Stage in his twenties, and this man, who was almost forty years old, was also mocked as a mid stage Cyan Stage, this damnable fellow did not seem to care about anyone at all.

"Pah!" Pow! "Pa!"

Joy the Great clapped his hands and laughed out loud. The two guards immediately helped the unconscious man down and then Joy the Great personally walked down from his seat.

"Delt? Very good, very good! " The Joy the Great patted Lan Feng's shoulders and nodded: "He is indeed worthy to be the disciple of Senior Wild God. To have such strength at such a young age, his future achievements will definitely not be lower than your esteemed master's. Senior Madman's fame is known by everyone on the continent. Little brother has inherited his' crazy 'character, but only you have the qualifications to be so arrogant! I wonder if little brother has any thoughts of serving my Tian Luo Duchy? "

Lan Feng thought for a moment, then sighed: "Master did not permit me to participate in the war, I was only fated to be with his Highness, Fifth Prince, that's why I'm friends with him. His Majesty probably knows that this subordinate's words were just a pretense at the beginning, Fifth Prince and I are good friends. It's not convenient for you to be an official in the court because of your master's orders. "

The Joy the Great knew very well that if he could get his hands on a Purple Stage Ranker, especially a God of Berserkers, who was a demigod whose Late Stage of Purple Stage surpassed the human realm, the Tian Luo Duchy would receive endless benefits.

The Purple Stage was an existence that stood above the imperial power. Even though there was only a single level of difference between the two, the difference was like the difference between humans and gods. The various abilities of the Purple Stage were enough to render the Blue Stage Expert helpless. When it appeared on the battlefield, it was truly invincible!

At least, it was so for those present. Joy the Great didn't doubt that he had a master with the Purple Stage at all. He definitely had to control such a person firmly. But his master was the Purple Stage Expert, of course he couldn't go against him. Otherwise, he would be killed. Therefore, if he didn't want to be tough, he had to be soft. He had to give power, money, and women. In short, he had to satisfy his demands as much as possible, and then draw out the master behind him.

Therefore, the Joy the Great gave him many tempting conditions, even promising him the position of marshal. In the end, Lan Feng refused to give up, and they all used the excuse that their master's orders could not be disobeyed to block them all.

Just then, Syrika walked over and said respectfully: "Father, I will help you share your worries whenever you need me. Deleter is a good friend of mine, and he will not see his son suffer. "

Lan Feng nodded his head, coldly glanced at the Third Prince, and said in a deep voice: "If Fifth Prince has something to say, just say it, if anyone bullies you, I will definitely get back at them, even if I can't, what about my master, what do I need to do for him!"

Even though Joy the Great was very old, he was still fooled by Lan Feng's fight with Syrika. The most important thing was that the strength he displayed had basically confirmed his identity. If not for Purple Stage Expert, who could let a twenty year old youth reach the Blue Stage? Moreover, he was very wild, showing off his capabilities. He was exactly the same as the legendary Mad God Xi Yun.

With a turn of his eyes, Joy the Great stepped onto the throne. He cleared his throat and said, "From today onwards, the imperial guards will be led by Syrika! This King was caught off guard and did not notice the fifth brother's sincere attitude towards the empire. Even though he was bullied by a few of his brothers, he still did not say a word. It's truly rare. "

What did the imperial guards represent? This troop had always been led by the Joy the Great himself. Now that it was given to Syrika, in a certain way, it meant that he was very likely to become the crown prince of the Tian Luo Duchy, and that he would be the next successor to the throne!

"Royal Father! "You …"

"Father!"

"Shut up!" Joy the Great suddenly stood up, pointed at the princes and roared: "You guys always bully Ol 'Five, do you think I don't know? In fact, I've noticed Ol 'Five for a long time. His character is far from what you can compare him to. As the ruler of a country, his character was the most important thing. With his character, he was the most suitable candidate. Commanders can be trained in the Houtian realm, and there's no need to talk about strength. Have you seen how many kings need to personally act? "

Once these words were said, the meaning was even more obvious, as though he recognized Syrika as the next emperor.

On the other hand, the subjects did not speak. They clearly understood what a Purple Stage Expert meant to the Empire. If she could win over a Purple Stage Ranker to serve the empire, even if the king was useless, what did it matter? The army of ten million was annihilated in the blink of an eye. Who would dare to underestimate them?

A marshal who could fight and win could intimidate an empire and protect it for dozens of years, while a Purple Stage Ranker, a demigod who could live for hundreds of thousands of years, could single-handedly make the empire prosper for thousands of years. Moreover, with the strength that Lan Feng had displayed, even if the Berserk God was to pass away in the future, he could still become another strong Purple Stage Ranker.

The Purple Stage Expert would not help him attack the city, but if she was able to protect the empire, it would be the most important for him to be able to stay safe in this period of time.

The Raging God's disciple did not seek for fame or profit, but rather valued his friendship with Syrika. This became the only breakthrough point of the Joy the Great. Therefore, this Fifth Prince, who had always been neglected and had nothing better to offer, suddenly gained in value and became the hot topic of the entire Empire. Even the ministers who were in favor of other princes had immediately turned the tiller. It has to be said that the Tian Luo Duchy is a country where politics and religion are one and the power is completely concentrated. The meaning of the Joy the Great is that no one can defy it!

On the way back to the manor, Syrika was beaming with joy, "I never thought that I would also be valued highly by royal father. Master, this is the first time in these few years that I've been as happy as I am today."

Lan Feng looked at him disapprovingly, then sneered: "That's right, father finally values that pitiful brat from the past. He's about to become a crown prince."

"Master!"

"I can't be the Crown Prince's master. Of course, with your character, you're not worthy to be my disciple." Lan Feng's voice was extremely cold, and contained a trace of extremely cold Nine Yin True Qi, which rushed into Syrika's brain: "In all these years, why have I not seen your royal father treat you well? Madman's disciple, humph! Do you know what you are? You are just a chess piece in his hands. If you can use it, you will naturally be valued. If I did not throw this tantrum, you would still be that pitiful brat! Have you forgotten about your mother? "

His whole body felt as if it had been doused with ice water. He couldn't help but shiver, and immediately recovered from his extreme joy. Actually, this could not be blamed on him. It was not because he was greedy for the position of crown prince, but because he had never been valued by his father ever since he was young. Before his mother's matter had been verified, his father was still the one who brought him into this world. With the sudden appearance of a family relationship that had been lost for more than twenty years, how could he not be happy?

His wisdom, his intellect, his talent, all went with the excitement in his heart. In front of so many people, Royal Father had scolded his other brothers for him. This caused him to feel an unprecedented warmth, and he felt that he finally had Father's love.

However, Lan Feng's words were like an awl, mercilessly piercing through his beautiful dream. What Joy the Great did was only because he had gained value, and not because of kinship. From the very beginning, he was a person who did not matter. Even now, the one that Joy the Great and the Minister of the Manchu Dynasty valued was not him, but the Lan Feng who was by his side and the God Mad Xi Yun who did not belong to him.

Lan Feng saw that he had understood the situation, and sighed: "Syrika, I understand how you feel. You want to be valued, even if you want to be acknowledged, I know all of this. However, you must also understand that what your brothers, your subjects and your royal father value most is not emotions, but power. "

"Master, I understand." Syrika clenched his fists tightly and said coldly: "I will no longer be moved by people like them. Since they value strength, from today onwards, I will work hard to cultivate. When I have enough strength, even if they cry and beg me, I will not give them any hope! "

Lan Feng shook his head lightly. He knew that Syrika was thinking in another direction. He couldn't say anything for a while, so he could only open his mind slowly in the future.

The carriage stopped outside the prince's mansion, and just as the two were about to enter, more than ten luxurious carriages came from afar. One by one, the princes stuck their heads out of the carriage with a flattering smile on their faces.