This is enough to show the Prince of Zhenbei's status in the king's heart and the importance he attaches to his sister.
"Your Highness? Princess?"
When Ye Qianqian and Ye Meng heard Ye Zhong's extremely humble address and saw him kneel down in front of the middle-aged man without hesitation, they froze on the spot, their expressions frozen, their eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.
Their bodies stiffened slightly, as if they had been frozen in place, and they were momentarily at a loss.
Ye Qianqian's lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she was speechless for a moment.
Ye Meng's eyes widened, a hint of panic in them.
He never imagined that the seemingly ordinary middle-aged man in front of him would actually be such a big figure as the Prince of Zhenbei.
"Father, why are you kneeling? How could this person possibly be the Prince of Zhenbei?"
But soon, Ye Qianqian started shouting.
Xiao Zhan, the Prince of Zhenbei, is a legendary figure. How could he possibly appear in Yanming City, let alone at the Fang family's residence?
Now, she also felt that although Fang Han was powerful, he was not a strong person at the Divine Sense Realm. The one who had previously suspended the spear and crossbow in the air was probably this middle-aged man.
At this thought, she became uneasy again.
Since this middle-aged man was so powerful, he must be a big shot, perhaps even the Prince of Zhenbei. Therefore, she felt guilty.
"That's right, Godfather, this guy can't possibly be the Prince of Zhenbei. Why would the Prince of Zhenbei come to a third-rate family like the Fang family?"
Ye Meng also said.
"You refuse to kneel before me and continue to bark wildly; you're practically courting death!"
The eyes of Xiao Zhan, the Prince of Zhenbei, burned with fierce anger, his gaze seemingly capable of scorching people.
His voice was deep and cold, as if it came from the deepest hell, carrying endless majesty and killing intent.
As he finished speaking, he casually waved his hand, the movement seemingly effortless, yet concealing a world-destroying power.
In an instant, a blood-red blade of energy, like a bolt of blood-red lightning, tore through the air, making a sizzling sound, and swiftly slashed towards Ye Meng.
The Prince of Zhenbei had spent years fighting on the battlefield, experiencing countless life-or-death battles, and each battle made his aura even more formidable.
His casual strike carried an unstoppable, violent energy, as if it would crush everything in its path.
The moment the blood-red energy blade struck, Ye Meng felt an unprecedented pressure, like Mount Tai pressing down on him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
His face instantly turned ashen, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
He was, after all, a beginner-level Martial Grandmaster, and his inherent pride made him unwilling to surrender without a fight.
In that critical moment, he reacted extremely quickly, drawing a broadsword from its sheath with a backhand motion.
The broadsword was drawn from its sheath, its cold light flashing.
He gritted his teeth, his wrist flicked rapidly, and a sharp blade of energy whistled as it slashed towards the blood-red blade.
"Ye Meng, kneel down!"
When Ye Zhong, the city lord of Yanming City, saw this scene, his heart clenched as if it were about to jump out of his throat. He was extremely anxious and shouted at the top of his lungs.
Knowing that if Ye Qianqian and Ye Meng could immediately kneel down and apologize, the Prince of Zhenbei might be lenient with them.
But now, even after he has knelt down to show his stance, Ye Qianqian and Ye Meng are still spouting nonsense. Given the fiery temper of the Prince of Zhenbei, they are all likely doomed to perish today.
Xiao Zhan, the Prince of Zhenbei, wielded his blood-red aura as if it were unclaimed.
It collided with the blade energy unleashed by Ye Meng, instantly erupting into a deafening roar.
In a single exchange, Ye Meng's sword energy was easily shattered by the crimson blade, which was like a fragile bubble. The crimson blade continued its fierce attack on Ye Meng without losing momentum.
Upon seeing this, Ye Meng was greatly alarmed, and his face showed an expression of extreme fear.
Without thinking, he pushed off the stirrups with both feet and flew to the side.
Almost the instant he left his horse, the poor warhorse was cleaved into a cloud of blood mist by the crimson blade, with bits of flesh and blood splattering everywhere.
Ye Meng crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
He was still in shock, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with the fear of surviving a near-death experience.
He secretly rejoiced, thinking that if he had been even a fraction slower, it wouldn't just be the horse that turned into a bloody mist, but himself as well.
The Prince of Zhenbei's casual move revealed his terrifying strength.
Ye Zhong, who was already at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, saw this scene and secretly weighed the situation in his heart. He knew that the gap between himself and the King of Zhenbei was as vast as heaven and earth, and they could not be compared at all.
This completely terrified Ye Meng and Ye Qianqian; their legs went weak, and they could barely stand.
"Your Highness, spare my life!"
Almost simultaneously, Ye Qianqian and Ye Meng's legs buckled, and they knelt on the ground with a thud.
Their voices trembled, filled with endless fear and pleading; their heads were bowed, and they dared not look directly into the majestic gaze of the Prince of Zhenbei.
"Your Highness, spare my life!"
The heavily armored soldiers of the city's defense forces all dismounted, their faces as pale as paper with fear.
Recalling their arrival earlier, they were all menacing, as if they wanted to crush everything.
But now, facing the overwhelming power of the Prince of Zhenbei, their fear surged like a flood bursting its banks.
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