Chapter 8

The group of lackeys exchanged glances, knowing that everything Xiao Sheng said was the absolute truth. The Ninth Prince was injured and unconscious, and regardless of whether Xiao Sheng would be in trouble, they, the lackeys, were certainly doomed.

If it had been someone else who injured the Ninth Prince, they could have rushed forward, beaten the person half to death, and then carried him back to Empress Ning to avoid responsibility. But now, the person who injured the Ninth Prince was Xiao Sheng!

Don't be fooled by these lackeys, who all called Xiao Sheng "Waste Prince" as if they despised him. No matter how useless Xiao Sheng was, he was still a prince. His noble status was far beyond what these lackeys could compare to. Without the Ninth Prince's backing, who among these lackeys would dare to lay a finger on Xiao Sheng?

In an instant, the lackeys became increasingly frightened. Some trembled, some were drenched in cold sweat, and some turned pale. They were all in a state of utter confusion and despair, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, suddenly, a long howl erupted from a distance, soaring straight into the sky! The howl was so powerful and domineering that once it entered the ears, it made the eardrums buzz and the brain feel as if it had been struck by a hammer, causing intense pain and making the eyes see stars, the world spin, and even making it hard to stand.

In an instant, cries of "Ouch~ Ouch~" echoed continuously. The lackeys, the old eunuch Guan Canghai, and the others all fell to the ground, unable to stand up. Only Xiao Sheng remained standing, towering like a crane among chickens.

The howl continued and rapidly approached. In the blink of an eye, a figure, swift as a ghost, burst through the door. With a few twists and turns, he bypassed the disoriented lackeys and came to the Ninth Prince's side.

In a single glance, he saw the Ninth Prince's leg, swollen like a carrot after the bone was broken. Shock and anger mixed in his heart, and he immediately turned around, roaring fiercely, "Who? Who has the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard to dare harm the Ninth Prince? I'll flay him alive!"

The lackeys trembled and were drenched in cold sweat, clearly terrified. Finally, one of them, who was particularly brave, raised his hand and pointed at Xiao Sheng, stammering, "Lord, it's not our fault. It was the Waste Prince, the Waste Prince who injured the Ninth Prince."

"What? Lord Fourteen?" The man was stunned and turned to look at Xiao Sheng. He was tall and thin, wearing a luxurious brocade robe, with a hooked nose and sunken eyes, his gaze sharp and intimidating. At first glance, he looked like a vulture ready to pounce.

He sized up Xiao Sheng for a moment, then sneered, his nose in the air, and said arrogantly, "Lord Fourteen, what's wrong? Why don't you kneel down and greet your uncle? What are you waiting for? Didn't your dead mother teach you about filial piety?"

The tall, thin man who looked like a vulture was the Ninth Prince's maternal uncle, Empress Ning's brother, the Left Middle General of the Longxiang Guard, and the Marquis of Dingyuan, Bai Li Kunluo. He also had some distant ties to the Empress's family. Therefore, in the court, everyone called him Lord.

Bai Li Kunluo had no sons, so he had always been very good to his only nephew, the Ninth Prince. Their relationship was almost like that of a father and son.

This Lord was naturally narrow-minded and very protective. He had spent a great deal to obtain a jade amulet of safety and given it to the Ninth Prince to wear. When the jade amulet shattered, Bai Li Kunluo immediately knew that the Ninth Prince was in trouble.

Upon arriving, he saw his beloved nephew suffering such a great loss, and his anger flared. Without asking for the details, he decided on the spot to take severe revenge.

However, Xiao Sheng's status was different from that of an ordinary person. So, without a word, Bai Li Kunluo invoked his status as Lord and used the concept of filial piety to pressure him. He intended to humiliate and teach Xiao Sheng a lesson before avenging the Ninth Prince.

But Xiao Sheng was not swayed by this. He smiled indifferently and said, "Uncle? Marquis of Dingyuan, are you mistaken? My mother's surname is Mu. If I had an uncle, he certainly wouldn't be surnamed Bai Li. Right?"

Bai Li Kunluo had only wanted to find an excuse to start a conflict. Hearing Xiao Sheng's words, he was exactly what he wanted. His eyes, sharper than a vulture's, fixed on Xiao Sheng, and he laughed maniacally, "To have the nerve to talk back to your elder, you've really grown up and become something. Good, good, good!"

Before he finished speaking, all the joints in Bai Li Kunluo's body suddenly moved, producing a series of popping sounds like firecrackers. His originally tall and thin figure began to swell, and in the blink of an eye, his muscles bulged, transforming him into a towering, muscular giant. His once fair skin was now coated with a metallic sheen, and every movement exuded an explosive and terrifying presence.

Witnessing this astonishing transformation, the lackeys could no longer contain their shock and exclaimed in high-pitched voices.

"Wind and Thunder Body! It's actually the Wind and Thunder Body! So, the Ninth Prince's Wind and Thunder Hand was taught by Lord!"

"This is the supreme martial art created by the Wind and Thunder Martial Saint. It was with this that he became a Martial Saint. I never thought Lord would have achieved it! Could our Great Hao Dynasty be about to have another Martial Saint?"

"With the Wind and Thunder Body, one is as swift as a phoenix and as fierce as thunder. Every movement carries the power of lightning and thunder. The Wind and Thunder Martial Saint once used this technique to single-handedly break through the western border, forcing the western nations to pay tribute and submit. How glorious and domineering!"

"However, it's said that at the highest level, the body returns to its original form, indistinguishable from an ordinary person. From Lord's appearance, it seems he hasn't reached the highest level yet."

"Even if he hasn't reached the highest level, he has at least achieved the 'Three Flowers Gather at the Crown' level of a Grandmaster. Dealing with the Waste Prince would be as easy as turning over one's hand."

"Not just easy, it's like using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken. The Waste Prince can't cultivate, and any adult man could handle him. The Ninth Prince just had bad luck and accidentally hit the desk. Now that Lord is using the Wind and Thunder Body, the Waste Prince is in deep trouble!"

"Not just in trouble, but in mortal danger! Lord is of noble status and an elder. Once he acts, at best, he'll break all of the Waste Prince's bones, and at worst, he might kill him. The Waste Prince is finished! No one in heaven or earth can save him!"

The exclamations and discussions of the onlookers were all heard by Bai Li Kunluo, fueling his arrogance. He looked down at Xiao Sheng from a height and said arrogantly, "Lord Fourteen, you broke Lord Nine's leg. Cut off one of your legs and give it to him, then kneel and apologize. If Lord Nine forgives you, the matter will be over. What do you say? Don't ruin yourself. Hurry up and do it."

Xiao Sheng didn't get angry but laughed instead, shaking his head. "Marquis of Dingyuan, you are truly magnanimous, almost making me want to cry. Unfortunately, I don't deserve such kindness. Save it. If you like cutting legs, cut your own. If you like kneeling, do it yourself. I won't stop you."

Bai Li Kunluo's face changed, a mix of surprise and anger. He blurted out, "What? You still refuse? You are truly ungrateful and unreasonable. Fine! Since that's the case, don't blame me for not giving you a chance to repent and correct your mistake!"

As he spoke, in the eyes of the onlookers, Bai Li Kunluo suddenly transformed into a towering mountain, reaching the heavens and touching the earth. His aura was so strong and vast, filling the entire world! Subconsciously, everyone felt a deep sense of inferiority, as if they were insignificant ants, utterly negligible.

A Grandmaster at the fourth level of martial cultivation, the 'Three Flowers Gather at the Crown'! At this level, the previously intangible and elusive spirit becomes a tangible weapon in the hands of the martial artist. Without even moving, the aura alone can defeat the enemy and force them to submit without a fight.

"Thud~ Thud~ Thud~" The sounds of people falling to their knees filled the air. Even though Lord didn't target them specifically, the residual aura was enough to make them kneel and bow to Bai Li Kunluo.

What was the purpose of years of hard cultivation? Wasn't it for the satisfaction of having life and death in one's hands, controlling everything? In an instant, Bai Li Kunluo was elated and couldn't help but laugh loudly. His booming laughter echoed in all directions, making the entire house tremble as if it might collapse. As the laughter continued, Bai Li Kunluo suddenly raised his right arm, opened his giant hand, and reached out to grab Xiao Sheng.

They were about seven or eight steps apart, and Bai Li Kunluo's grab was not some kind of air-grabbing technique. Normally, it shouldn't have affected Xiao Sheng at all. But as he grabbed, Xiao Sheng's entire body bones made a series of cracking sounds. His body suddenly became incredibly heavy, and even breathing required all his strength.

This was not an illusion but a real, undeniable fact! The ability to use sheer willpower to turn the intangible into the tangible and cause the enemy's body to collapse on its own was the most terrifying aspect of a Grandmaster's spiritual power!

But at this critical moment, Xiao Sheng, who was at the center of the pressure, laughed again. It was a laugh of surprise, of reflection, of irony, and of confidence.

With a smile still on his face, Xiao Sheng raised his palms and clapped them together in front of his chest. His lips moved slightly, and he whispered in a voice only he could hear, "Overlord's Aura—Ripple Dash!"

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