He was standing side by side with Feng Ziyue just now. In other words, his direct cousin, the majestic crown prince of the Ming Dynasty and the crown prince of a country, is now prostrate at his feet.
This fall was so hard that the prince's forehead almost hit Zhu Ynzhao's toes.
Speaking of which, Zhu Yunzhao felt secretly happy. He was the only one who had kowtowed to this royal brother. When would he see this proud royal brother look like this?
But his courage was not big enough after all. When he thought of the serious consequences of this incident, Zhu Ynzhao suddenly turned pale.
Boss Feng, Uncle Feng, Grandpa Feng...you are trying to kill me!
The royal family may not dare to cause trouble with the current sword god Feng Ziyue, but how can he, the son of a small vassal king, withstand the king's thunderous wrath?
He secretly turned his head to look at Feng Ziyue, only to see that his face was expressionless, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Brother Feng..."
Zhu Yunzhao begged in a low voice. Before getting Feng Ziyue's approval, he did not dare to step forward rashly and help the prince up. Anyway, the prince had already offended him. If he offended Feng Ziyue again, he would not be able to gain a foothold.
Feng Ziyue smiled slightly and waved his hand.
"No need to say more, I have my own reasons."
His current status is transcendent, and no matter how powerful the royal authority is, it can't control his peak innate master. You must know that the royal family also wants to woo ordinary innate secret realms politely.
Those above the seventh level of Xiantian are basically an independent force, and they are also the supporting force behind a royal family.
For example, Hu He, the Northern Grandmaster behind the Northern Hungarian King's tent, and Master Wudao Qiankun Yuanyuan, the national master behind the Fan Kingdom, are all such representatives.
As a peak innate master, he has transcended the boundaries of the country much earlier. Any royal family must pay sufficient respect to him.
Otherwise, what will happen to the emperor if the commoner's anger spills blood three feet away?
If Kuangren Chu were here, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty would never dare to be so patronizing and should have come to pay homage long ago.
Now that Feng Ziyue has such a status, he will naturally not be as low-key as before - doing so will only bring more trouble to himself.
He must be strong!
This is determined by his strength.
The prince raised his head stubbornly. Although the huge pressure made his spine crackle, the pride of being the crown prince of a country made him unable to bear the humiliation of crawling at the feet of others.
"So...so bold, I am the prince! How dare you be so rude! I will kill all nine of your clans!"
Zhu Ynzhao sighed, feeling speechless for his pustule cousin.
I shouted twice just now. Even if your Highness the Crown Prince couldn't hear it, how could the boss next to me not hear it? How could he not know that you are the Crown Prince?
The person who knows you are the prince and dares to push you to the ground must be confident. How can you treat him like an ordinary person?
Will he be afraid that you will punish him for the nine clans?
The prince has not yet awakened, and is afraid that he will become the new sword god, the stepping stone for the world's most powerful person after Kuangren Chu...
Zhu Yunzhao felt sad for his cousin from the bottom of his heart.
Sure enough, Feng Ziyue rolled his eyes and said coldly: "Prince? Who do you think the prince is?"
He really wants to establish his authority.
Feng Ziyue is now equivalent to the number one master in the Tianwu Continent, but he is young after all. Unlike Kuangren Chu, who has been famous for decades, he is so famous that he can intimidate people just by saying his name.
Before the Divine Water Tribulation, he urgently needed to establish his authority, whether among the innate masters or among secular warriors.
Only in this way can we make adequate preparations for the divine water catastrophe in the future.
This decisive battle at Poyang Lake, which coincides with Prince Ning's Rebellion, can be regarded as God's will. Not only the emperor of the secular world is here, but also many innate masters come to help. It is also a perfect stage to establish authority here.
This incompetent prince happened to be the best starting target for establishing his power.
Zhu Yunzhao broke out in cold sweat after hearing this.
He is indeed the pinnacle of innate talent, the ultimate swordsman, and the super master who defeated Madman Chu with his sword. The aura he speaks with is different.
What is a prince?
This is so fucking heroic!
Looking at Feng Ziyue's back, Zhu Yunzhao was extremely envious. He thought about how a few years ago, he was just a worldly master in a small place, but now, he has reached the pinnacle of the world's warriors.
When can I say such words so boldly like him? That is simply the most awesome moment for a man...
Zhu Yunzhao was thinking wildly and forgot to intercede for the prince.
He also knew that at this point, no matter how good he was, the prince would definitely not give up on him just because he was standing next to Feng Ziyue.
Ever since I accidentally walked out and called Feng Ziyue, I have embarked on a path of no return.
Until now, I can only rely on Feng Ziyue.
As long as this guy who has invested a lot of money in his early years doesn't cheat himself...
The prince was speechless. He had never met such a person in his life.
No matter where he is, as long as he shows off his identity as the prince, he will always be successful. But when he meets someone who asks him what the prince is, he has no idea how to deal with it.
The other party didn't care about his identity at all.
The prince's heart suddenly felt a chill.
What kind of person does it take to not care about his identity?
Even a seventh-level innate master might not dare to be so rude to him... After all, there are also seven-level innate masters among the royal family, and as the co-owners of the world, more or less of the innate secret realms in the Ming Dynasty must be given to the royal family.
With a little face, once the royal family goes on an expedition, they will definitely send people to assist.
In this case, even if an ordinary seventh-level innate master doesn't care about his royal status, he will never be so rude as to be provocative.
But……
There is only one master who is higher than the Seventh Level Xiantian, Long Buyang, the most extraordinary person of the generation, Chu Kuangren, the best in the world, and the most recent one, Feng Ziyue, the white-clothed sword god who defeated Chu Kuangren.
This boy is young, and the only identity he can match is that of Feng Ziyue, the sword god in white.
Zhu Yunzhao seemed to be shouting "Brother Feng, Brother Feng" just now.
But...how could King Fu's useless little son know Feng Ziyue, who was at the peak of his innate nature?
impossible!
This is absolutely impossible!
There was a panic in the prince's heart, but he refused to believe that the person standing in front of him was so powerful. He was probably just a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers. He was arrogant and dared to be rude to the prince!
"Boy! Don't be arrogant and dare to despise the royal family. My grandpa will come later and will definitely kill you without a burial place!"
He threatened at the top of his lungs, and Feng Ziyue smiled lightly. The reason why he did this was to lure out this so-called "Grandpa".
The royal family of the Ming Dynasty naturally also had experts in charge.
Otherwise, let alone seizing the throne of the Central Plains from the Wei family in Heluo, it would be difficult to hold on to the Central Plains even if surrounded by powerful neighbors such as Northern Hungary, Tibet, Daxia, and Nanzhao.
How can you enjoy the country for so many years?
The conditions for royal martial arts training are also extremely superior. Gan Ningshuang also joked that day that Feng Ziyue received more innate elixirs than the prince. It can also be seen that the prince's income was only a lot more than the general innate secret realm.
Now that the prince is twenty-nine years old, he has already surpassed the threshold of innateness and can be regarded as a brave general.
The current emperor has entered the fifth level of the innate realm. His cultivation of the Emperor Dragon Supreme Technique is close to great success, and his Nine-Fiveth Supreme Supreme Qi is even more powerful.
But they are still not the strongest masters of the royal family.
The strongest master is said to be a senior member of the royal family. He has lived for more than two hundred years and is the great-uncle of the current emperor. He is a master of martial arts and has reached the seventh level of innateness. He can compete with masters everywhere.
This ensures the balance of power in the world today.
However, these innate masters also have agreements among themselves, and they will not easily participate in worldly battles.
Today's Prince Ning's rebellion is a bit strange in itself, as many innate masters took action, but thinking about it, Prince Ning must have found the support of many innate masters, and then he dared to raise the flag of rebellion and compete with his brother for the world.
The seventh-level innate royal master may not necessarily intervene in the fight between the brothers, but it is inevitable to follow here and observe the situation. This was also confirmed from the prince's mouth.
But now that Feng Ziyue has captured the prince, if he doesn't know the truth, he might really hit the door and give Feng Ziyue a chance to establish his authority.
Zhu Yunzhao now understood Feng Ziyue's thoughts, his face was pale, but he remained silent.
This royal senior put too much pressure on him, but he also knew that no matter how strong this grandpa was, he could not be Feng Ziyue's opponent.
Since Feng Ziyue wanted to use this matter to establish his authority, he did not need an explanation from himself, so he obediently stopped speaking.
Waiting for things to get more serious.
Zhu Yunzhao suddenly felt as if he was being roasted on a fire - at this time, his father was probably sweating profusely and was frightened.
But this fight must be worth it. In the end, Feng Ziyue will never treat himself badly.
So, he gritted his teeth and persisted!
Zhu Ynzhao's guess was correct. His father, King Fu, was indeed sweating profusely. His fat body seemed to be soaked in water, and he was so frightened that he couldn't help himself.
Is it a trivial matter for the prince to be captured? But his youngest son was still standing with the weirdo in the dragon robe who captured the prince and overran him.
Is he seeking death?
King Fu wiped the sweat from his forehead while secretly cursing his son. This boy has always been very smart, how could he do such a stupid thing this time?
He had already chosen his younger son to inherit the throne, but today it seems that fortunately he has not yet decided on this matter.
Otherwise, if Prince Fu robs the crown prince, what is the difference between Prince Ning and Prince Ning, who plots to usurp the throne?
The emperor's face was gloomy. He was sitting in the middle of the tent and said coldly, "Yunzhao hasn't sent someone to report the situation yet? I think he seems to be free next to that person. He doesn't look like he is being detained.
At first, it seemed that Yunzhao was the one who greeted this person first. Did they know each other before?"
"I really don't know..."
When Zhu Yunzhao opened his mouth to greet Feng Ziyue, everyone was shocked, but no one paid attention to hear clearly, and they didn't know what the brat said.
King Fu was sweating and shaking his head.
The emperor's mind was deep and deep, unlike that idiot's son. He frowned and thought, but did not jump to conclusions easily.
This man acted so unscrupulously, how could he be an ordinary person? But if he was said to be a top expert, the emperor would not believe it.
However, a conclusion should be reached soon.
"Does the emperor's uncle know about the prince's affairs?"
He asked the little eunuch beside him softly. The little eunuch nodded and said in a low voice: "I just repaid the old prince. I heard that the old prince was furious. I'm afraid he has already taken action over there..."
"good!"
The emperor nodded slightly, "It will be clear soon what kind of person he is!"
This emperor's uncle loves the emperor the most. His brother is fighting against the emperor, and he won't help them. But if someone kidnaps the prince, he will never stand by and watch, so let him try!
There was also a sneer on the emperor's lips.
He didn't have a good impression of this helpless uncle either.
If it is really as he predicted... then let him be unlucky!
In King Ning's tent opposite Poyang Lake, King Ning also frowned and asked the people around him with a gloomy face.
"Everyone, who is the person who appeared on the lake just now? Why is he dressed like this? Someone just came to report that he kidnapped the prince. I don't know what he wants?"
Feng Ziyue, wearing a dragon robe and looking majestic, appeared on the lake, causing the stupid soldiers on both sides to kneel down and shout long live. This made King Ning angry.
However, he kidnapped the prince, which seemed to be beneficial to him. King Ning was confused, wondering who this person was? What was he going to do?
The beautiful middle-aged woman who just shot Feng Ziyue snorted coldly, "I don't know who this person is, but I'm afraid he is not an ordinary master who can resolve my ice arrow like this.
I would like to meet him for a while!"
"Grandma Zhu, you don't see that boy for his powerful skills, but for his handsomeness, so you want to meet him for a while, right?" There was another burst of strange laughter from under the tent, and it was a man holding a mourning stick.
A weirdo, I saw him described in a vulgar manner, winking, and speaking in extremely unflattering ways.
"Fuck your motherfucker!"
The beautiful middle-aged woman who was called Grandma Zhu was furious and scolded her back fiercely, but the weirdo laughed out loud, looking very proud of herself.
King Ning couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although he had many senior officials under his command, they all had eccentric tempers. If they really wanted to discuss matters, it would be completely useless.
"Everyone, let's hold off on arguing. Let's talk about this person's origin..."
"Prince Ning, you don't have to worry. I'm going to check out this person's background. If anything happens, I'll report back!"
"I am coming too!"
Grandma Zhu volunteered, and the weirdo also stepped forward to claim credit. Prince Ning had no choice but to let them go together.
Grandma Zhu snorted coldly, picked up her carved bow, and flew forward alone. The weirdo holding the mourning stick smiled and followed closely behind.
At this time, Feng Ziyue was looking at the horizon with a smile on his lips.
He turned to Zhu Yunzhao and nodded. At this time, the prince was still crawling at their feet.
"coming……"
Feng Ziyue pointed to the horizon and added another sentence.