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"Your Highness? Which prince is on top of that eagle?"

"He asked if the prince wasn\'t dead. Which prince died recently?"

"I know! Your Highness, the Eighth Prince is the only prince who died recently."

"That prince who couldn\'t cultivate? Do you really think he\'d be riding a sacred realm mount?"

"Well... I don\'t know who it is, then."

Looking at Song Yang before him, Nangong Ye couldn\'t help but be shocked.

But hearing the murmurs from the conversations below, he finally came to his senses, quickly bowed, and greeted: "Your Highness, the Eighth Prince."

At the same time, he thought to himself, \'How is this useless prince still alive?\'

Nangong Ye was infuriated at having to bow before Song Yang.

Ever since Song Yang was crowned as King Yang and rewarded with the lands of Yongchang Province, Nangong Ye had never taken this prince, who had no cultivation or support, seriously.

He even assumed that the emperor had abandoned him, sending him to this fief, thinking he would soon be assassinated.

And just as he imagined, shortly after arriving in the city, Song Yang was assassinated, and Nangong Ye was only lightly punished for failing to properly protect the prince.

But now, in public, seeing Song Yang before him accompanied by a servant... Silvo, and upon seeing the servant\'s cultivation, Nangong Ye couldn\'t help but take a deep breath. Half-step into Divine Transformation!

Judging by Murong Qing\'er\'s bone age, she was only about twenty years old, and at that age, her cultivation is already at half-step into Divine Transformation!

Perhaps this talent was worthy of becoming a Saint of the Sacred Land, but now she was serving Song Yang as a maid...

\'A sacred realm mount, a servant worthy of being a Saint of the Sacred Land... What happened to this useless prince during these months? \'Nangong Ye thought, shocked.

Hearing Nangong Ye\'s greeting, the people below confirmed their suspicions.

"It really is the Eighth Prince?"

"Seems like he was hiding his cultivation before."

"But if he was hiding his cultivation, how could he have been assassinated in the capital some time ago?"

"Stop being foolish; it was clearly just a ruse by His Highness. He probably faked his death to lure out his enemies and confront them before returning in triumph."

"Friend, aren\'t you reading too many books?"

Looking at the harmless Nangong Ye bowing before him and thinking about how the original body was treated as trash by him, Song Yang smiled lightly in his heart. \'Power... this is what I gain through power.\'

With this thought, Song Yang increased his determination to become even stronger!

Although he bore no grudge against Nangong Ye himself, the original body did. Song Yang decided to use this to make a dramatic entrance. With a malicious smile, he said, "I\'m alive, but not thanks to you."

Hearing Song Yang\'s response, Nangong Ye\'s face turned slightly embarrassed.

He hadn\'t expected Song Yang to speak to him in that manner.

However, recalling the strength Song Yang had demonstrated through his mount and servant, Nangong Ye realized that the prince before him was no longer the old useless prince.

Moreover, based on what he had seen, he imagined that Song Yang was probably backed by a tremendous force.

\'It seems he wants to embarrass me a bit as revenge for what happened earlier and then try to win me over,\' Nangong Ye thought to himself.

That was Nangong Ye\'s line of thought. In his heart, he considered himself a worthy and powerful Saint, even if only a one-star.

This was the upper combat level of the dynasty, and no prince would refuse to have another Saint under their command. Therefore, Nangong Ye thought the same about Song Yang.

\'And it seems that it wouldn\'t be a bad idea to become his subordinate. After all, I would be the first to follow him upon his return and would likely be greatly rewarded when he finally inherits the throne!\'

In Nangong Ye\'s heart, he already considered Song Yang as the future heir to the throne.

After all, even the two Sacred Lands of the Eastern Region wouldn\'t allow a twenty-year-old girl with half-step Divine Transformation cultivation to be demoted to a servant.

He had already imagined that Song Yang had probably received support from a powerful force outside the Eastern Region.

As if understanding Song Yang\'s intention, Nangong Ye knelt and said, "It is truly the fault of this subordinate. Please, Your Highness, I ask that you grant me death for my mistake!"

Looking at Nangong Ye kneeling before him, even Song Yang couldn\'t help but be surprised.

He didn\'t expect Nangong Ye to be so shameless as to kneel and consider himself a subordinate, especially after not even having looked at the original body.

However, Nangong Ye\'s declaration ended up admitting his fault and solving the issue of killing him in public.

Although Song Yang had come to cause chaos in the Zhenfang Dynasty, he also thought about gaining reputation points. And what better way to achieve that than by killing a Saint in public?

\'After all, this body is only twenty years old... If I kill a Saint in public, it means there is a twenty-year-old Saint in the Zhenfang Dynasty. This news will surely make the entire Eastern Region tremble!\'

Thinking this, Song Yang displayed a smile and said, "Since you want to die, I will grant your wish!"

Before Nangong Ye had time to process what Song Yang had said, Song Yang was already in front of him, delivering a casual punch.

By pure reflex and a touch of disdain, Nangong Ye raised his hand to block the blow. He was a powerful Saint; did a twenty-year-old think he could hurt him with a sneak attack?

However, as soon as Song Yang\'s fist collided with Nangong Ye\'s hand, a deafening boom sounded...

BANG!