Invincible cultivation strengthens: my son is a troublemaker-Chapter 83: Die for Me! (On Shelf, 4th Update)

"Hmm?!"

The prince of the Vermilion Bird Dynasty saw the other party pointing at him in such a manner and speaking condescendingly, and immediately frowned.

But he coldly looked at Yang Shengtian and said, "Your attitude seems a bit disrespectful."

"Hehe, really?"

Yang Shengtian sneered, "Respect is for the strong. The weak do not deserve respect."

The face of the prince of the Vermilion Bird Dynasty turned utterly grim, and he said coldly, "Are you saying...I’m weak?"

"Isn’t that so?"

Yang Shengtian retorted.

"Fine! What arrogance!"

The prince of the Vermilion Bird Dynasty laughed coldly, "Then let’s see who the real weakling is!"

Boom!

With that, an intense flame burst forth around him, and a shadow of a Vermilion Bird materialized above his head.

"Companion Vermilion Bird?!"

A few from the Nine Yang Dynasty were shocked. The Companion Vermilion Bird is a bloodline talent that only a few in the Vermilion Bird Royal Family can awaken. This bird may not be a true Vermilion Bird, but its combat power is undoubtedly formidable.

It’s akin to a clone!

Once the Companion Vermilion Bird appears, it becomes a two against one situation.

"Enough with the tricks, break!"

Yang Shengtian snorted and charged directly forward, his strength furious and unmatched, like a wild dragon breaching the sea.

Bang!

A single punch smashed the Vermilion Bird on the spot, immediately lighting up the sky with flames.

However, at the same time, a fist landed on his chest, causing him to grunt and fly backward.

"Fool!"

The prince of the Vermilion Bird sneered, his body following closely as he chased after the retreating Yang Shengtian.

Not only that, the destroyed Vermilion Bird shadow transformed into threads of bright red flames, trailing behind him like a tail and rapidly reassembling back to its original form.

"Overstepping bounds!"

Yang Shengtian, while flying backward, saw the prince chasing him relentlessly and immediately raised his hands, slamming them forward forcefully.

Boom boom!

Two massive golden handprints roared forward, like the giant hands of an Ancient God, capable of flattening everything before them.

However, the next moment, those two giant hands exploded open, and a Vermilion Bird pierced through them, crashing towards him.

"Celestial Spirit Child Skill!"

Yang Shengtian deployed the defensive move once used by Han Diao Temple, and instantly, a transparent spherical barrier enveloped his entire body.

Bang!

The Vermilion Bird shadow collided with the barrier, creating a deafening sound, then shattered into countless sparks, but the barrier also developed cracks.

However, at this moment, a fist emerged from the spreading firelight, smashing onto the barrier.

Boom!!

Indescribable brutal force spread, shattering the already cracked barrier into pieces, exploding with a roar!

Pfft!

Yang Shengtian was counterattacked, spewing a mouthful of blood, and before he could be flung away by the shockwave, the prince’s right foot swept across.

This kick was like a divine dragon swinging its tail, sweeping across with overwhelming force!

Thud!

The kick landed directly on his chest, the force penetrating through, causing the clothes on his back to burst open!

Then, he flew backward, landing clumsily on the ground.

Before he could get up, the prince descended from above, stamping his right foot on Yang Shengtian’s chest.

Pfft!

He spat out another stream of blood, his head jutted upwards briefly, then slumped back, his face pale.

"Hehe, now tell me, who is the weak one?"

The prince, with his right foot pressing on Yang Shengtian’s chest, looked down at him with a cold smile.

"Get off! Get off me!!"

Yang Shengtian’s eyes were filled with ferocity, like a crazed lion, roaring with all limbs flailing.

Strangely, he didn’t unleash a strong force. Given his condition, his strength should still be abundant...

"Obstinate fool!"

The prince snorted coldly, applying pressure with his right foot, pinning Yang Shengtian firmly to the ground, unable to move.

"Ahhhh!!"

Yang Shengtian roared at the sky, thrashing wildly, like a turtle turned upside down, unable to stand.

He struggled, he bellowed.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with indescribable madness. That madness wasn’t born from a war loss causing disgrace or anger, but rather a release, a grievance, a questioning.

"I hate, I hate, I’m not resigned! Why do you treat me like this, why like this!!"

He roared, tears streaming silently from both corners of his eyes, dripping onto the ground.

The few people from the Vermilion Bird Dynasty stared blankly for a moment before showing mocking smiles—Is this the Prince of the Nine Sun Royal Family?

A complete fool!

Even among the Royal Family, most showed looks of shame, feeling embarrassed for this Third Prince.

Isn’t he the first arrogant talent of the Royal Family? Wasn’t he always domineering and arrogant? Why does he look like such a coward at the critical moment?

Only a few people had a flash of complexity and guilt in their eyes, like the limping ancestor and Second Princess Yang Wanying...

"Alright, now that both sides have one win and one loss, let’s start the third match." At this moment, the young man with white hair spoke.

Upon hearing this, Qin Zi stepped forward.

He turned to look at Yang Shengtian, who was lying on the ground with vacant eyes, and for some unknown reason, suddenly found this person not as detestable, but rather somewhat pitiful.

"Forget it, I won’t think about it anymore."

He cast aside these unnecessary thoughts and then looked at his opponent—a young man with a bare upper lip.

"I’m definitely going to win this match!"

The Prince Zhuque said in a deep voice.

"Hehe, no hair on your lip, no trust in your grip!" Qin Zi chuckled and then charged towards him.

"Rumble!"

Inside him, it seemed like rivers were flowing, bursting with unparalleled strength.

After bathing in the Spirit Pool, his cultivation had reached the sixth realm of Nirvana, and the potential of his Divine Body had been further developed, causing his combat power to soar, exhibiting an invincible aura within the same realm.

What does it mean to be invincible within the same realm?

It means being able to suppress all kinds of peerless talents and, when facing ordinary geniuses...even being able to fight across different levels!

"Kill!!"

Qin Zi swung a punch with grandeur and majesty, and the fist light swept across the Celestial Vault like a golden river, with momentum like a rainbow!

"Block!"

The Prince Zhuque’s expression changed drastically, and without daring to be careless, he used the defensive Martial Arts—Celestial Spirit Sect.

"Boom!"

However, when Qin Zi’s punch came crashing in, it was unstoppable, shattering the Prince Zhuque’s Celestial Spirit Sect, a shocking sight.

"How can this be?!"

The Prince Zhuque was horrified, then quickly retreated, starting to dodge left and right, only defending without attacking.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Qin Zi used the simplest and most brutal method, walking leisurely forward, continuously punching.

He believed that brute strength could overcome tenfold skill; as long as he kept smashing, the opponent wouldn’t be able to hold on sooner or later.

In terms of the thickness of his strength and the speed of recovery, hardly anyone could compare with his Divine Body.

Sure enough.

It wasn’t long before this Prince Zhuque was exhausted, feeling somewhat desperate against this human-shaped beast.

"I can’t lose, I can’t lose! The Imperial Uncle is watching me, if I lose, the Imperial Uncle will never nurture me again!"

He was extremely anxious, then in his desperation recalled a greeting gift his Imperial Uncle had given him upon his return.

He took a deep breath, looked at the charging Qin Zi, his eyes burst with fierce killing intent, and he growled in a low voice: "Soul-Seeking Needle, go!"

Swoosh!!

A pitch-black light burst from his forehead.

Faster than the eye could see, it directly penetrated Qin Zi’s attack and shot into his forehead!

"Ah!"

Qin Zi immediately let out a miserable scream.

"Zhu Hong!!"

The face of the young man with white hair turned livid, he didn’t expect his junior to use such despicable tricks.

Moreover, using the item he gave him.

Although he was someone who often pursued profit and sometimes used despicable means, he held a deep disdain for sneak attacks in battles.

In his view, battles are sacred.

A win is a win, a loss is a loss, one can even refuse to admit losing, but must not use such despicable methods to win!

"Imperial Uncle, I won, we won!"

The Prince Zhuque grinned, seeking credit.

He did not realize that he had already angered his uncle, even touching some kind of bottom line.

After all, everyone has different values, let alone a few people who have unique quirks.

"Die!!"

And at this moment, a dark light shot out from Qin Zi’s forehead, returning the favor, and shot into his forehead!

"Puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, eyes widening, then his gaze gradually dimmed, mumbling unwillingly: "This...is! Im! Possible!"

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