Even Zhao Que, who was originally planning to take action, was a little amused after hearing this.
The corners of his mouth curled up in a playful arc, and he chuckled: "Third brother is really good at joking."
After a pause, he continued, "Since you cherish this brotherhood so much, and I am not a heartless person, I will let your grandfather come and reunite with you.
I'll make a slight modification to your plan - when the Third Prince of Dagan happened to see his grandfather practicing forbidden techniques, he angrily cursed them and wanted them to surrender, but he didn't expect the demon cultivator to disregard family ties and was killed instead.
I weep bitterly, even though I have no power, I will still seek justice for you, brother. Is this enough for you?"
The Third Prince saw that his soft words of pleas had no effect, and his expression suddenly changed. He snorted coldly:
"You know what? Countless heroes have died because they talked too much.
Zhao Que, you talk too much and have exposed your cards and plans.
But how do you know that I don't have a deeper hidden card?"
After saying that, a yellowed parchment scroll suddenly appeared in his hand, with runes flowing on it, exuding a mysterious aura.
The third prince pressed his handprint heavily on the scroll, as if he had concluded some unknown contract.
In an instant, his aura skyrocketed, reaching a level that even the supreme grandmaster could hardly match.
But he knew that this state could not last long, so he did not want to fight.
As long as he could return to the base, he would be safe. He didn't believe that Zhao Que would kill him in front of the martial arts heroes again.
So he used the escape technique without hesitation and turned into a dazzling white light.
The third prince glanced back at Zhao Que, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness. His plan was perfect, but he didn't expect to end up down this path.
Looking at Wei Zhuang who was chasing him, he felt that it was a blessing in disguise.
Even though you made so many arrangements, you still managed to escape.
He thought to himself, let alone Wei Zhuang, even some supreme grandmasters who possessed the ultimate power of heaven and earth would find it difficult to catch up with him at this moment, unless a celestial being took action.
Could Zhao Que possibly command the gods? How could it be possible? Not even the Great Emperor could do it. He was just a prince.
Their power, like his own, came from the royal family. How could they possibly have anything to do with those high and mighty gods?
Of course, there is nothing wrong with the Third Prince's idea.
Unfortunately, no correct answer was found.
He thought Zhao Que had exposed all his cards, but in his eyes, the cards Zhao Que had revealed were less than one hundredth.
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