Abducting the Princess (II)

"Let go of the princess!"

"What are you doing, do you know who it is!"

"Quickly let go of the princess, do you want to rebel!"

The crowd also became chaotic, most people began to subconsciously retreat to avoid getting into trouble. They never thought that they would actually see the legendary princess, and then watch helplessly as the princess was kidnapped by someone. People looked at Ye Wuchen with eyes full of pity — daring to put a knife to the princess' neck, this person was completely finished.

On the palanquin, Ye Wuchen held Ningxue in one hand and the little princess, who was already in tears, in the other. A sharp knife was placed on her neck. The pitiful little princess didn't dare to move at all. Her big watery eyes were glistening with tears, like a tender lotus stained with dew, making people feel pity for her. Her small mouth was slightly opened, and her fine inner teeth were biting on her almost bloodless lips. Her nose was even trembling slightly. This was definitely the first time in her life that someone had put a knife to her neck.

Under his protection, the princess had actually been held hostage by someone with a knife, Wu Shang's forehead continuously overflowed with cold sweat. Regardless of whether the princess was safe or not, he couldn't escape the crime of dereliction of duty, and if something happened to the princess, even if the emperor could forgive him, he could only commit suicide.

He had previously used his aura to scan the surroundings, there was absolutely no dangerous or strong aura, and the feeling that Ye Wuchen gave him was no different from the most ordinary person, so he dared to be more than five steps away from the princess, and his nerves were not in a tense state of defense. Then, when he was absent-minded, Ye Wuchen easily found an opening, and with the fastest speed he could muster, he rushed into the palanquin, and conveniently took away a guard's knife, placing it on the princess' neck.

Wu Shang's face was gloomy, and he said in a low voice, "Wind Release, you are actually a rare wind element magician!"

What Ye Wuchen had just used was indeed a low level wind element magic, the Wind Release, which could increase one's speed for a short period of time.

Wind element magician?

The crowd once again began to discuss, some people's faces showed obvious envy and even jealousy. Mages were a rare and honorable profession. Only those with special magic constitutions could practice it. It could be said that there were very few of them. In a battle between a magician and a warrior of the same level, it would be hard to tell who was superior. However, in a group battle, the power of a magician was equivalent to several, dozens, or even hundreds of warriors of the same level. This was because powerful magicians could practice powerful magic with a terrifying attack range, and the special characteristics of magic allowed them to play a more important role in many fields. Therefore, people who could practice magic had always been recruited by the country. They would be sent to the Magic Guild of each country, and they would not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

Long Zheng Yang, who had been silently hiding in the crowd, resisted the urge to come out. If he did, the situation would become even more difficult to deal with, and the spectators would laugh at the royal family. He believed that as long as he was here, Ye Wuchen would never really hurt his sister, so he could only try his best to signal him with his eyes. Wu Shang's words stunned him … Didn't grandfather say that he should be the successor of the Sword God? Could it be that he was one of the people mentioned by the Guardians in the palace — a dual cultivator of magic and martial arts?

However, what Ye Wuchen said next almost caused him to jump out.

"Kneel down, then slap yourself three times." Ye Wuchen didn't reply to Wu Shang, and instead coldly spoke as he stared at him. His voice was cold, and he didn't seem to be joking at all.

Long Zheng Yang desperately winked at him … Lil 'Brother Ye, big brother Ye, you're my big brother! Even if you're the successor of the Sword God, you can't do this. If you pretended to kidnap my sister, I could still deal with it, but if you're serious …

What he didn't realise was that when Ye Wuchen appeared on the palanquin, two people in the crowd looked at each other as if they had seen a ghost, then hurriedly left towards the north-west direction. That was where the Yeh family resided in Sky Dragon City.

This short sentence caused Wu Shang's expression to become even darker, and the surrounding guards all had dark expressions on their faces. They surrounded Ye Wuchen, but didn't dare to come up.

Wu Shang took a step forwards and pointed his golden blade as he coldly yelled, "Let go of the princess, and I'll let you and your sister leave safely. If you dare to touch a single hair on the princess, I'll execute your entire family!"

Ye Ningxue leaned against Wuchen's arm, her face filled with fear. However, she didn't make a sound, afraid that she would disturb her big brother.

"Is that so? Looks like you didn't hear what I just said. Then I'll say it one more time. Kneel down, and then slap yourself three times! You should rejoice. If you really wanted to kill my sister, I'll make you break your own arms and legs! Now … I'll give you three seconds! "

"One!"

"Kidnapping the princess and threatening the commander of the imperial guards, any one of them is a capital offense. If you let go now, I'll give you another chance! "

"Two!"

Wu Shang once again took a step forwards. He didn't believe that this person would actually attack.

"Three!"

Chi!

"Wuwa!!"

A light sound rang out, accompanied by the loud wails of a young girl. The guard's long blade had cut a long wound on the little princess's delicate neck. Beads of blood slowly flowed out. The poor little princess was used to being a tyrant. She hadn't even been hit or scolded before, not to mention a real cut on her neck. Under the pain, she cried her heart out and was extremely miserable. "Uncle Wu … Save me … Hurry up and save me … Wah … It really hurts …"

Ye Wuchen's expression didn't change in the slightest. It was as if he had just done something very normal. His right hand moved slightly. The hand that was holding the hilt of the blade opened up and covered the wound on her neck. It was as if he didn't want anyone to see that she was injured.

With a "plop", Wu Shang knelt down heavily on the ground. Then, he slapped himself three times. Each time, he used the same amount of strength. The three loud slaps caused the noisy crowd to quiet down. Everyone had a look of disbelief on their faces.

"Let go of the princess!" Wu Shang lowered his head. His entire body trembled, and he clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

The guards yelled as they rushed over to help him up. Their eyes were so bloodshot that they wanted to cut Ye Wuchen into a thousand pieces. Wu Shang was their leader, and was their goal and pride. How could they tolerate his dignity being trampled on like this?

"Enough!" Long Zheng Yang finally stood up, a look of disbelief on his face. Was this still the gentle and taciturn Ye Wuchen? Why did he do things without any regard for the consequences? Did he not know what he was doing? Did he not know that a martial artist could accept failure, but definitely not humiliation?!

"Your … Your Highness!" The 10 or so guards simultaneously yelled out as they hurriedly knelt down. As they knelt down, a chain reaction occurred. The entire street was filled with terror as everyone knelt down one after another. They didn't have to bow to the princess, but how could they not have to bow to the Crown Prince? After all, he was the future Emperor!

Long Zheng Yang waved his hand, silencing them as he heavily sighed, "Let go of my little sister."