Forty-Fifth Prince

Ming Ze took a longer look at the room. It turned out that it was indeed completely empty.

Afterward, he looked at his hands. His wounds had already healed, so his body felt very good.

"Mm..." He quickly showed an expression of shock as he felt his cultivation. It had actually increased drastically, no longer at the Half-Immortal Fifth Stage, but at the Ninth or Highest Stage of the Realm.

"It seems that my body absorbed all that pil," he said.

He had received an amazing pill as a reward from the competition. It had been swallowed but he had not purified it because he did not have the time. Originally he thought he would purify it after he escaped the disaster and healed his wounds. That would take a few days.

However, he didn't do anything, but the pill had been purified by his body within a day.

Ming Ze then stood up, walking towards the window.

It was now morning, the sky looked very beautiful as nine suns began to rise.

The palace was quiet, but the city was already very lively this morning.

Ming Ze saw people going to the market, buying groceries. Here, he didn't see any fighting, very different from the rest of the city where every second there was so much fighting that there was no calm at all.

Unfortunately, for him, even in this city there was no calm.

"Move aside, let me in, I'll kill that boy!" In front of the gate, a young man forced his way in. He was accompanied by an old man who was strong enough to kick the big-bodied guards.

The young man's hair was a striking golden color. His face was handsome while his eyes were full of arrogance.

Without any stronger guards, he managed to enter the palace gates.

At this point, Ming Ze began to wonder if Evelyn and Kaiya were not in this palace. If they were here, Ming Ze thought there couldn't be such a commotion.

Ming Ze decided to exit the palace.

With his current state, he also felt like fighting. Since there was an enemy coming, he would naturally face him.

He carried his sword, and every step he took made his eyes grow colder.

In no time, he arrived in front of the palace door, faster than the young man.

Since the latter had managed to enter the gate, quite a few had come to watch, so they were surprised to see Ming Ze suddenly appear earlier.

Ming Ze was not only famous in name, but also face. Everyone watching from outside had already seen his face. Some saw it live during the competition while others saw it through the footage that Mirror Eyes produced. There might be many people who weren't interested in seeing the footage, but the case was different since Ming Ze suddenly became the Sun Princess's lover.

The young man who was the Forty-fifth Prince instantly quickened his pace when he saw Ming Ze.

Ming Ze instantly knew his identity because he heard people from afar talking.

His cultivation was actually at the True Immortal Fourth Stage, four stages above Ming Ze's cultivation.

However, that level didn't worry Ming Ze since he had reached the Half-Immortal Ninth Stage.

"Brat, you really dare to stand there with your filthy feet coming from the Lower Realms," said the Prince after he stopped his steps.

His eyes as he stared at Ming Ze were full of contempt.

Racism towards people from the Lower Realm did occur frequently in the Heaven Realm, especially from among people with low IQs.

Although there were now many Immortal Emperors who were actually from the Lower Realm, such racism had not completely disappeared.

"Why can't I be here?" replied Ming Ze indifferently.

"Hmph, do you think you're great?" said the Forty-Fifth Prince after hearing Ming Ze's answer.

He was annoyed with Ming Ze's tone.

Unfortunately, the people watching were also annoyed at Ming Ze. They had the same reason for hating Ming Ze, because he had won the heart of the Sun Princess, the woman they held in their highest esteem.

"I'm so great, even your older sister said it herself. She felt I was too great that she fell in love with me," Ming Ze replied once more.

It was a fact, and he was just saying it.

Unfortunately what he said lit a fire in everyone's hearts.

"Brat, how dare you say such presumptuous nonsense, the Princess would never say such a thing to a monkey from the Lower Realm," said the old man accompanying the Prince.

He was short and thin, even hunched over. However, his words resounded like thunder. He was a Seventh Stage Immortal King.

In the Sun Empire, he could only be the servant of a Prince who was still in the True Immortal Realm. However, that didn't change the fact that his strength was immense. He could kill Ming Ze with just his gaze.

Ming Ze looked at him and showed a strange look in response.

"Old man, you're the one who looks more like a monkey here. No need to play rhetoric while I'm here is proof of my words. If the Princess was here, would you still dare to say that? Alright, then I'll ask her to kill you." Ming Ze said.

The old man knew what Ming Ze said was a fact, but he tried to pretend that it was a lie, which was too ridiculous.

When he heard Ming Ze say that he would ask the Princess to kill him, his skin instantly turned deathly pale. His body was trembling and sweating. No one could help him if the Princess really wanted to kill him.

Of course, the Forty-Fifth Prince wasn't happy to hear Ming Ze threaten his servant.

"Brat, you will never be able to see my big sister again because you will die here," he said in a cold tone.

Whoosh!

He suddenly lunged at Ming Ze.

He didn't pull out a weapon or anything, but as he pointed his right hand upwards, golden light gathered above his palm, becoming enormous in no time. It became a sun, so hot that the grass dried up.

Ming Ze narrowed his eyes as he stared closely at the sun.

The pressure from this technique was truly incredible. All of the enemy techniques he had faced during that competition were no match for this technique.

Without a doubt the bloodline of this empire was truly extraordinary. Their technique development was also extremely profound.

However, there was one that was even more incredible, which was Ming Ze's own technique.

His one leg moving backwards, he lowered his body slightly, like he wanted to kneel. However, it was only a foothold before he lunged towards the Prince.

"He's actually fighting back!" His actions shocked the spectators.

Some of the Prince's friends snorted coldly.

"He really overestimated himself. Does he think he can match a Prince of the Sun Empire just because he has won the competition in the Southern Region. He will soon find out why our empire stands far above."

"Look, he looks insignificant."

The people who said that couldn't be blamed because Ming Ze did look ordinary when he moved.

His body did not exude an aura, like he was just a mortal man. He was also not fast and full of momentum.

In a fight, most people like him would lose quickly.

However, the old cultivators watching from afar were more calm.

They had concluded that Ming Ze and his sword had great depth, so his strength couldn't be predicted just by his appearance.

"Die..." The Forty-Fifth Prince pointed the sun above his palm at Ming Ze, ready to turn him to ashes.

In response, Ming Ze slashed his sword towards that sun.

His black eyes became extremely sharp, as if he himself had become a sword.

Shua!

When the sword met that sun, the latter instantly split into two.

Not only did it split into two, but the space behind it also split into two, including the Prince's hand holding the sun.

Ming Ze's movements seemed slow, but his sword was so fast. People could not see the process, only the result.