Even a man of clay has a temper, and Zhao Yong was anything but.
In a fit of rage, the True Qi around him erupted, and the twang of his sinews was as resonant as a heavenly chord.
Everyone was stunned.
No one had expected it. The Ninth Prince, who hadn't been particularly renowned before, had actually cultivated his physical body to such a terrifying extent. He was easily on par with the Crown Prince and the Fourth Prince in their younger days.
What shocked them even more was that Zhao Yong, who was known for his composure, had been provoked to such a degree by Zhao Ci.
'Looks like there's going to be trouble!'
'And they're standing so close to each other…'
But just as Zhao Yong rose to lunge at Zhao Ci, a somewhat aged voice called out.
"Insolence!"
The voice wasn't loud, yet it was deafening. Everyone present felt their consciousness scatter.
As the primary target, Zhao Yong's legs gave way, and he fell to his knees.
