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"How bold!"

The seventh prince also suddenly stood up, his body exuding a menacing aura as his pupils abruptly turned into vertical slits.

"Mister Yi, as a prince who now but lies low like a dragon in the abyss, I cherish talent most of all, which is why I have tolerated you time and again. How dare you be so presumptuous!"

An indescribable malice spread from the seventh prince, making even Yi Chen, with his current cultivation, feel a slight chill in his heart.

Just as Yi Chen was preparing to engage in some verbal sparring, aiming to utter a few tactful words to buy time, a sudden black column of light appeared in the sky, connecting earth to heaven.

An odd fluctuation spread between heaven and earth.

This unexpected change made the conciliatory words he was about to say stick in his throat.

What's the point of bargaining now!

He had been putting up with this cur for a long time.

Surely, this anomaly indicated that Feng Linsu and the others had found the Underground Palace, a scene triggered by the activation of the formation.

Unable to contain his normally gentle and amiable temperament any longer, Yi Chen began to spew insults: "Your Highness, you are indeed cruel and deceitful, but short on cleverness. A lurking dragon you compare yourself to? At best, you're nothing more than a venomous snake living underground." Experience new tales on empire

"You dog-offspring! Die!"

"Pure Yang Holy Seal, open for me!"

Before the words finished, the white crystalline light inside Yi Chen's Niwan Palace slowly dissolved, with heavenly light descending and opening up a large hole in the rooftop of Heavenly Fragrance Beauty Tower, as a six-meter-tall figure of a towering Daoist appeared between heaven and earth.

With Yi Chen's golden Inner Qi stirring, the dragon and tiger tattoos on his body also suddenly came to life.

At this moment, how could the seventh prince not realize he had been lured away from his lair? His face suddenly underwent a drastic change.

He fancied himself as a man of countless schemes, having stolen Yi Chen's home, never expecting his own base to be compromised.

"Yi Chengzi, you bastard, what exactly have you done?"

"What exactly do you know?"

The seventh prince, driven to madness by hatred, no longer bothered to conceal himself, his body's black demonic Qi shook as he attempted to escape towards Jinyi City.

That black column of light was a grand formation he had specially arranged to guard the entrance of the Underground Palace. He had left the ghost elder in charge of the main formation before he left; now, the triggering of the black column indicated that the formation was not yet broken and there was still room for maneuver.

If the secrets of the Underground Palace were to be exposed, he would be completely finished.

At this moment, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he could not understand how the highly secretive location of his Underground Palace had been exposed.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The seventh prince's Mana vibrated as he attempted to flee, but how could Yi Chen let him do as he wished?

In fact, in terms of intelligence and strategy alone, Xu Xiaoxun far exceeded the seventh prince. However, some people are born lucky, cloaked in a layer of authority, and by relying on brute force, they manage to suppress Xu Xiaoxun completely.

No way around it—the world is just unfair.

It's like someone who has the fortune of the heavens, illiterate and inexperienced, yet manages to enter a state-owned enterprise, and with quotable quips, commands the world stage, suppressing a host of diligent workers.

"Slash! Slash! Slash!"

The seventh prince wanted to flee, but how could Yi Chen satisfy his wish? His golden Inner Qi surged, extending along the edge of the Dragon-Slaying Sword, transforming into the roaring true form of a dragon and tiger.

"Yi Chengzi, you're courting death!" The seventh prince, hassled beyond tolerance, turned back and unleashed malevolent demonic Qi in waves, dissipating the golden sword light as he cursed loudly.

It must be said, although the seventh prince was dangerously insane, the cultivation he possessed was unquestionably genuine. Despite Yi Chen possessing the unplayed card of the Raging Golden move, the seventh prince had no intention to engage fully with Yi Chen, as he only wanted to return to Jinyi City as fast as possible. For a time, neither could prevail over the other.

The seventh prince's speed of flight was significantly slowed down by Yi Chen, who clung to him like a stubborn piece of taffy.

By this time, the giant black column in the distance had largely dissipated, indicating that the formation could not hold out much longer.

Seeing this, Yue Jinyi also couldn't help but quietly regret his carelessness.

He had been too complacent.

At this critical juncture of his Demonic Transformation True Technique, he actually didn't want to part with the sacrifices bred in the Underground Palace, planning to cut off all external ties and consume the sacrifices to completely advance to the ninth layer of the True Person Realm.

At worst, he could have pushed the Huang family and a few subordinates out to take the blame. Who would have expected to end up in this situation today?

"Damn it, just seven more days, and I would be able to break through!"

"Yi Chengzi, you won't die a good death!"

If sheer hatred could kill, Yi Chen would have been torn to pieces by Yue Jinyi's fury by now.

Inside the Underground Palace nurtured a demonic heart, which he had incessantly irrigated with fresh blood. Even now, intending to flee, he had to take this demonic heart with him.

His arduous efforts had only just managed to cultivate this faintly alive demonic heart—discovered accidentally in a demonic land—to its current state.

This was the cornerstone of his future competition for the pinnacle, the hope to stand shoulder to shoulder with True Monarchs.

If he were to give up now, unable to integrate with the demonic heart, with the Underground Palace's secrets exposed, he would become as a dog without a home, with no chance of finding another heart like this to ascend.

Fifty years, a whole fifty years of dedication.

Watching the faltering black column in the distance, the seventh prince gritted his teeth, his face flushed with a hint of crimson, and with a grand gesture slammed his hand onto his chest, instantly spewing out a cloud of blood from his mouth and gaining a burst of speed as he flew towards Jinyi City.

He had to get to the demonic heart before the grand formation's destruction.

This was his only chance to turn the tables.

After all, with the world in upheaval right now, everyone for themselves, as long as he could manage to survive, fully integrate the demonic heart, and on the day he could stand parallel to a True Monarch, he could very well stir up storms again.

With a swoosh,

The seventh prince's figure accelerated dramatically, leaving Yi Chen behind, and he quickly flew off towards the direction of the black column.