Chapter 8

After taking eight steps, it was as if Zhou Ze had traversed eight layers of heaven. The clouds formed by the primordial energy of the eight layers of heaven were all absorbed into his body. Feeling the abundant power within him, Zhou Ze had a sense of rebirth, as if he had been completely transformed.

At the Nativist Realm, one is born from the baptism of the primordial energy of heaven and earth, reborn through the cleansing!

"I was still too hasty, only taking eight steps!" Zhou Ze felt somewhat helpless. He had originally wanted to wait a bit longer, to spend more time sensing the black stone, but all his plans were disrupted by Prince Anhe, which made Zhou Ze's resentment towards him even stronger.

"Now, can you eat shit?" Zhou Ze stared at Prince Anhe, his voice not loud but shaking everyone's hearts.

Prince Anhe looked at Zhou Ze with an incredibly complex expression. He could not imagine that someone could truly enter the Nativist Realm with a single thought, let alone someone who was known for his debauchery and frivolity.

He had countless doubts. How could someone who had never practiced cultivation before directly leap from the Qi Gathering Realm to the Nativist Realm? Suddenly, Prince Anhe felt that both Zhou Mie and he had greatly underestimated Zhou Ze.

"Go!" After staring at Zhou Ze for a long time, Prince Anhe knew that all the plans he had prepared before Zhou Ze reached the Nativist Realm were now useless. He was a decisive person, and with a grim face, he was ready to leave with his people.

"Leaving too quickly, aren't you?" Zhou Ze smiled and said to Prince Anhe, "You said you would eat shit if I reached the Nativist Realm, and you haven't finished eating yet. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"Do you want to keep me?" Prince Anhe glared at Zhou Ze with a cold and sinister look.

"Spit!" Zhou Ze cursed, "With your twisted and repulsive appearance, who would want to keep you? Do you think everyone is like you, enjoying the company of 'adopted sons'?"

Prince Anhe gritted his teeth in anger at Zhou Ze's words. Why did this bastard keep mentioning his adopted sons? A common term, how did it become so corrupt and evil in his mouth?

"Accepting the consequences of a bet is a basic quality, especially for a second-generation bully like us. It's the only virtue we have, and we can't lose it," Zhou Ze said seriously. "So, finish eating before you leave!"

"What if I don't eat?" Prince Anhe snorted.

"Then I'll have to feed you!"

As soon as Zhou Ze finished speaking, he took a step forward, moving like the wind, swiftly charging at Prince Anhe. He transformed his palm into a fist, striking with precision and ferocity. Primordial energy wrapped around Zhou Ze's arm, faintly glowing.

Prince Anhe, who had not expected Zhou Ze to attack so suddenly, also revealed a fierce light in his eyes. Displaying his Nativist Realm strength, he swung his fist, which shone brightly, and a powerful aura enveloped him, making his clothes flutter and his body tense as he leaped forward to meet Zhou Ze's attack.

"Boom..."

A loud noise echoed as Prince Anhe retreated several steps, his arm trembling violently. Surprisingly, in the clash of fists, he was at a disadvantage. Could the primordial energy condensed from the eight layers of clouds really be so thick and pure, surpassing even him, who had been cultivating for a year?

Prince Anhe refused to believe it. He suddenly attacked with great force, sweeping towards Zhou Ze's chest with a tyrannical and fierce move. His feet left imprints on the stone floor, and many people watching were shocked by the overwhelming pressure of the Nativist Realm, causing Prince Anhe's followers to involuntarily step back.

"Do you think reaching the Nativist Realm makes you a match for me?" Prince Anhe snorted, swinging his fist and leg at Zhou Ze simultaneously.

Zhou Ze did not say much, using a clean and decisive move to sweep his leg out, crouching slightly and drawing a crescent arc, carrying the primordial energy of heaven and earth, perfectly blocking Prince Anhe's leg. For the incoming punch, Zhou Ze extended his palm, catching Prince Anhe's fist just an inch from his chest, preventing it from advancing any further.

In a short moment, the two exchanged several moves, but each time, Zhou Ze effortlessly blocked Prince Anhe's attacks. Zhou Ze's movements were graceful and straightforward, but each time, he left Prince Anhe with no way to attack.

This scene left the onlookers stunned. Zhou Ze had just reached the Nativist Realm, yet he could match Prince Anhe, who had been at the Nativist Realm for a year. More importantly, no matter how tyrannical and fierce Prince Anhe's attacks were, Zhou Ze could always block them simply and directly.

"Boom..."

Prince Anhe's fierce attack was once again blocked by Zhou Ze. His eyes widened, and he roared, "I don't believe a debauched and frivolous person can defeat me!"

"Geniuses are called geniuses because they can indulge in pleasure and still be envied, and when they cultivate, they can become strong with a single thought," Zhou Ze summarized seriously. "Being a master in everything they do is what makes a genius, and I happen to be one!"

"..." Many people couldn't help but want to spit at Zhou Ze's shameless words.

However, when they saw Zhou Ze's attacks causing Prince Anhe's arm to tremble each time, they were shocked. He was actually taking the upper hand.

Lady Lanyang looked at Zhou Ze, her face flushing. Not long ago, she had scolded Zhou Ze for being frivolous and having no cultivation, and in the next moment, he had reached the Nativist Realm.

"What did this brat do in the past three years?"

Lin Xi, who shared the same thoughts as Lady Lanyang, was also curious about what Zhou Ze had done in the past three years. What could have made him reach the Nativist Realm with a single thought and fight so skillfully and decisively? This must have been the result of countless battles and training.

Lin Xi's watery eyes fell on Zhou Ze, recalling the boy who, at seven, had tricked her into believing his lips were sweet and that touching his buttocks would make them whiter. She suddenly wanted to know what Zhou Ze had done in the past three years.

No one in the Zhou family, except for the Demon Suppression King, knew what Zhou Ze had experienced in the past three years. If they did, they would be shocked.

At this moment, they all stared at Zhou Ze in a daze. Zhou Ze, who had been on the defensive, finally began his counterattack. Like a sharp sword unsheathed, his attacks were fierce and powerful, with primordial energy surging and wrapping around his arms. Prince Anhe's expression changed dramatically, and he retreated several steps. However, just as he retreated, Zhou Ze shot forward, his speed exceeding his imagination. He could only meet the attack with his own strength.

At this moment, Zhou Ze sidestepped, and Prince Anhe's punch missed, causing his face to change. Indeed, Zhou Ze appeared behind him, his fist wrapped in primordial energy that whistled through the air, glowing faintly, and struck out like a sharp sword.

The punch hit Prince Anhe's back without fail, and he felt a massive force impact. Blood spurted from his mouth, and he stumbled to the ground. At the same time, Zhou Ze's foot stomped on Prince Anhe's chest.

The battle was over in an instant!

Many people were still in shock. From the moment Zhou Ze took the initiative to attack until Prince Anhe's defeat, it took less than three breaths. This was a Nativist Realm cultivator, and he had been defeated so easily and brutally?

Many people stared at Zhou Ze in disbelief, realizing that he was no longer the frivolous and debauched young master they had heard about. They realized that everyone had underestimated him.

Seeing a dagger in Zhou Ze's hand, Prince Anhe's expression changed dramatically. He struggled to get up, but Zhou Ze's foot kept him pinned down, and he could not break free.

"I am a royal prince! You dare to harm me!" Prince Anhe shouted, his voice stern, but a hint of fear crept into his eyes.

"Prince!" Zhou Ze paused, loosening his foot slightly.

Prince Anhe breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking of his status, he regained his confidence and shouted at Zhou Ze, "Take your dirty foot off me! I am a prince of the Great Chu Dynasty. Are you trying to rebel, Zhou Ze?"

Prince Anhe's stern and righteous tone was his capital. His royal blood was his amulet, and this was why Zhou Mie had asked him to cause trouble at the Demon Suppression King's residence.

"Rebellion? What a big hat, I can't wear it!" Zhou Ze sighed.

"Then take your dirty foot off me! Zhou Ze, if you harm the royal bloodline today, you will suffer the consequences!" Prince Anhe shouted.

"I don't know if I will suffer, but I know you won't be able to leave intact!" Zhou Ze smiled at Prince Anhe.

"You dare!" Prince Anhe glared, not worried at all. He didn't believe Zhou Ze had the nerve to harm him. His followers did not move to rescue him, as they were not afraid of any harm coming to Prince Anhe. His status as a prince meant he could walk with impunity in the Great Chu Dynasty. Who would dare to defy the world and harm him?

Lady Lanyang nodded to her guards, unwilling to get involved in trouble. Although she wanted to cripple Prince Anhe, his status made it impossible.

"Are you afraid to let me go? Do you think I'm like Wei Chiyong? You can kill me and be done with it? Hmph, try to harm me..." Prince Anhe was shouting, but the next moment, he screamed in pain.

Zhou Ze, holding the dagger, casually slashed, severing Prince Anhe's Achilles tendon.

"Zhou Ze, you... you..." Many people's expressions changed dramatically, disbelieving what they saw.

But Zhou Ze did not care about their reactions. He moved swiftly, severing the other tendons in Prince Anhe's hands and feet, and then looked at Prince Anhe seriously, "I told you, you wouldn't leave intact."

Everyone drew a sharp breath. They did not expect Zhou Ze to be so ruthless, directly crippling a prince. Did he know the consequences of his actions?

"I want your life, I want your life!" Prince Anhe, in immense pain, struggled and roared.

Zhou Ze lifted his foot, ignoring his shouts, and shouted to a guard, "Go, find a pile of dog shit and feed it to him. A man must be honest. If you say you'll feed him shit, you must do it!"

"You dare!" Prince Anhe's followers shouted in anger.

Zhou Ze shouted to the Zhou family guards, "Attack! No mercy!"

The guards hesitated, but at Zhou Ze's raised eyebrow, they surged forward, attacking Prince Anhe's followers. With Zhou Ze having crippled Prince Anhe, they were not afraid to fight a group of followers.

Lady Lanyang was still in shock when she saw the chaos. A guard really fed Prince Anhe dog shit, which left her speechless. A royal prince, now forced to eat shit, this...

When everyone lay on the ground, Lady Lanyang had not yet spoken when she heard Zhou Ze say, "Send Prince Anhe and his adopted sons to the residence of Marquis Zhou Mie. Tell him it's a gift from me."

"This..." A guard looked at Zhou Ze in confusion.

Lady Lanyang paused, then shouted at the guard, "Do as the second young master says."

"Yes!" The guard quickly organized the men.

Zhou Ze, sniffing Bai Zhu's hair, returned to his lazy and frivolous demeanor, leaving a lazy remark, "Tell Zhou Mie that I will pretend not to know about the severed tendons of Prince Anhe."

"Ha ha..."

A guard could not hold back and spat out water. Second young master, are you sure you're delivering that message? It feels like Zhou Mie will owe you a favor!

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