"Second Prince, shall we make our move now and eliminate that brat?" a genius of the Jianyun Dynasty whispered, seeking instructions.
"No hurry! Elder Yang and some high-ranking members of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect are watching from outside. Moreover, this time, I must become a disciple of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. You all should first focus on helping me seize the Small Red Flag, and then we can deal with that brat later."
A shrewd light flickered in the Second Prince's eyes, mingled with strands of freezing yin.
His ambition was no small matter, and he harbored a determined intention to vie for the Imperial Throne. As for killing Chu Feng, that would merely be a matter of convenience.
In the eyes of the Second Prince, Chu Feng was nothing but trash. The failure of the Jianyun Emperor's men to assassinate Chu Feng was not a testament to Chu Feng's strength, but rather the competence of his few bodyguards.
At least, that's what the Second Prince believed.
