My Evil Emperor is super sweet

Chapter 218 Is it a dead line?
They have only seen the records about the strong spirit king in ancient books.

The difference between a spirit king and a spiritual master is definitely the difference between heaven and earth.

A ninth-level peak spiritual master is just like an ant in front of a junior spirit king.

The ten of them wanted to win by force, and it was simply impossible for them to win with more.

"Why didn't you talk? Just now, didn't you want to jump up and poke a hole in the sky?"

Under Ling Jian's ridicule, all the senior members of the Yan family bowed their heads, not daring to meet his sharp gaze.

Although Patriarch Yan was resentful in his heart, he did not dare to lead the crowd to a showdown with Ling Jian.

Compared to the demise of the Yan family, being a coward is not ashamed.

"Ling Jian, don't think you are strong enough to speak nonsense here! No matter how strong you are? This is the palace after all. If you can fight a hundred with one, how can you fight ten thousand with one? Tens of thousands with one?"

The eldest prince, Mo Chengye, who had been silent all this time, really couldn't stand Ling Jian's arrogance, and spoke sarcastically.

"Oh, I don't know where you, a bastard born of slaves, come from, and tens of thousands of people can compete with the entire dynasty?"

This time, before Ling Jian could speak, Ling Tian spoke.

Mo Chengye stared at Ling Tian, ​​wishing he could cut this woman who was in the way into pieces.

"Ling Tian, ​​it's not that you are strong in force, what right do you have to talk nonsense with me here?"

"Tch." Ling Tian couldn't help but sneered and said, "It sounds like you are very powerful. If that's the case, then Miss Ben sincerely invites you to fight to the death, how dare you?"

"..."

Facing Ling Tian Chi Guoguo's provocation, Mo Chengye felt as if he had eaten a stinky toad.

For a moment, I really wanted to bite off my tongue.

Seeing that Mo Chengye didn't even have the courage to stand up and challenge Ling Tian, ​​the pro-imperial faction in the palace sneered contemptuously.

However, those who were usually close to the First Prince's lineage all buried their heads low at this moment, for fear of attracting others' attention.

After all, according to the current trend, with General Ling around, the prince is still very hopeful.

Seeing that Mo Chengye didn't speak, Ling Tian sneered and said, "You have no guts, what right do you have to talk to Miss Ben here?"

Being ridiculed by Ling Tian, ​​Mo Chengye sneered: "It's up to you whether you are qualified or not."

"Oh, it doesn't count if I say it. Could it be that you, the son of a slave, the queen and the bastard of other people's life? The emperor hasn't said anything yet, do you really think this is your home?"

Ling Tian's words undoubtedly once again sprinkled a lot of salt on the wounds in the hearts of the First Prince and the Empress, and the pain caused their faces to twist violently.

"Snapped--"

A wine glass was thrown to the ground by the queen, and the wine glass shattered in response.

Just when everyone thought that the queen was just throwing a wine glass to vent her anger, more than 200 imperial guards rushed into the palace with swords and blocked the way out of the gate.

Seeing this, everyone's expressions changed.

The moment he saw the imperial guards, Mo Chengye's ferocious complexion instantly softened, and then the smile on the corners of his lips gradually widened, and finally he burst out laughing.

"Maybe this was not my home before, but from today, from now on, this is my home."

Facing Mo Chengye's "I", Ling Tian didn't take it seriously.

"What bursts? The array of death?"

Ling Tian's words distorted Mo Chengye's expression just now.

(End of this chapter)