Most of the people watching were from Ling Xiao City, and all of them recognized the kind Crown Prince, even some of the arrogant youths knew Ling Yun, and had never seen a portrait of him before.
At this moment, seeing that this old man had recklessly suppressed Ling Yun in front of the War King's Mansion's gates, his face couldn't help but change into an excited expression. This was too f * cking arrogant!
Who gave him the guts?
Although those youngsters were clamoring loudly, they were only crying out from the corners of their mouths. If they really wanted to kill him, they didn't have the guts to do so.
Although the weakest of them was still a first-rate power at the peak of the Divine Realm and there was no lack of quasi-Holy Land people, there was still a gap between them and a quasi-Holy Land.
Without a doubt, the former Holy Land, the Soaring Cloud Empire, was one of the top of the quasi-Holy Land, possessing a background no weaker than a normal Holy Land.
But now, this person was actually trying to kill Ling Yun right in front of the doors of the War King's Mansion.
The young master of the Profound Wind Hall seemed to have already seen the scene of Lingyun being smashed into a pile of meat paste. His eyes were filled with mad joy and he started laughing, but very quickly, he could not laugh anymore.
"Humph!"
A not loud, cold snort sounded out like the explosion of spring thunder, causing the surrounding people's eardrums to buzz. Their vital energy and blood tumbled, and they were forced to stagger backwards.
"Send me to the Crown Prince's Palace in front of his gates? Who is it?" To give you the guts? " A low, middle-aged man's voice, filled with rage, entered everyone's ears.
A terrifying aura emanated from a middle-aged man beside Ling Yun. A formless pressure seemed to transform into a sharp sword that slashed towards the azure-robed old man, wanting to suppress him.
A hint of relief flashed in the eyes of those outsiders who did not know Lingyun, and they secretly patted their chests. Luckily they did not have the impulse to be the leader, otherwise they would definitely be out of luck.
At the same time, he secretly cursed the aboriginals for not telling them anything when Ling Yun personally came.
"I …" The old man was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. When he found out the young man's identity, his face was filled with fear. His mind was shaken as he felt an invisible tyrannical pressure tear open his spirit energy hand.
Stabilizing his body, the old man's face alternated between green and white, wishing he could slap the blind Young Hall Master in the face.
"Misunderstanding!" The cyan robed elder cupped his hands together and looked at Ling Yun with a fearful face. "This old man had eyes but did not recognize Mt. Tai, and did not know that it was His Highness the crown prince who had come. I hope Your Highness would not take offense to heart."
He sighed in his heart. He was a grand and powerful Martial King, but now he was actually bowing and groveling before an ant that he normally would not even look at. Unfortunately, in order to live, he had no choice but to do so.
From that pressure just now, it could easily tear apart his large hand made of spirit energy. Even though it was just a casual strike, he could tell that the person's cultivation base was far greater than his, and could definitely easily suppress him.
Moreover, this was the Battle King Manor. It was the enemy's headquarters, a place where tigers hid dragons. No one knew how many experts there were inside, or how deep the waters were.
Not to mention him, even if their Mystic Wind Hall Master himself came, it would still be a problem for him to escape safely.
"Right, right, right. This is all a misunderstanding. It was all because of this dog slave who acted on his own accord. The actions he took against His Highness had nothing to do with me." The youngster's face was also full of fear. How could he not know how much trouble he had caused? He quickly blamed all of his sins on the old man and completely ignored him.