However, he was used to being casual and had his own trump cards. If a grandmaster followed him, his trump cards might be exposed, so he did not bring any followers this time.

Hearing Belle's roar, he drew the long sword from his waist and jumped into the house.

The scene in front of him shocked him.

The tenth prince was already dead at this moment, with no chance of saving him. There was a big hole in his heart, and he was deader than dead.

The floor was stained with blood, but the wine glasses on the table were still full.

"Who did it?" Countless doubts appeared in the mind of the eighth prince Zhao Li.

Who would dare to attack and kill a prince in the capital of Dagan? And doesn't the Tenth Prince in front of him have a Grand Master as his attendant?

Why did he disappear? Was he also dead? Could the person who came here be the Supreme Grandmaster?

These countless questions made Zhao Li, who had studied in the Six Gates, unable to figure them out.

But looking at this appearance, I know that this is not the place to stay.

If someone finds out, I won’t be able to explain myself no matter how many times I open my mouth.

Just when the eighth prince was about to leave, he suddenly heard a noise outside.

"Who's inside? The head of the Six Gates Constables.

I heard there are criminals here. Please put down your weapons and wait for inspection."

The people from the Six Gates were used to being arrogant and domineering, so they naturally rushed in without waiting for the owner of the courtyard to agree.

As soon as we came in and saw this scene, everyone held their swords but didn't know what to do.

The leading gold medal constable stared blankly, his whole body trembling.

The tenth prince fell to the ground covered in blood, while the eighth prince held the sword...

"The Eighth Prince...?"

When Zhao Li saw this scene, he thought to himself, "Oh no..."